On becoming a ‘tree tragic’

Clive Blazey traces the origins of his obsession with trees and recalls some of the early challenges of running a seed business.

On becoming a ‘tree tragic’

My first engagement with trees was with two natives in our Balwyn street in the 1950s.

A gigantic Bunya pine towered over our front drive and repeatedly dropped those nasty sharp prehistoric-looking branches that we boys found perfect for whacking each other with. At the end of our street, preserved as a roundabout, was a huge river red gum as big as the Separation tr...

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