Ours is a country with few large trees. Here and there, you’ll find patches of montane forest, the one in Knysna being the most famous, and then you have the Lowveld with its fat baobabs and slim thorn trees – silhouettes that define the landscape. But between Knysna and the Lowveld, there are many wide-open spaces: the Karoo, the edge of the Kalahari, the red grass veld of the central Free State, the dry West Coast. In terms of trees, our country is rather bare.
Still, when I think back to my childhood in Robertson in the Boland, it’s the bloekoms I remember. Yes, there were jacarandas, cypresses, Norfolk Island pines and sweet pines in my home town, but the giants, the towers of the tree landscape, were the eucalyptuses.…