The mature elms were sourced from Avalon Native Nursery at Haddon (Central Victoria).
I wanted to have a tree planted for both my dear friend Mary, who lost her mother last year and my favorite cousin Celestine who unfairly lost his beautiful sister Jacinta earlier this month.
A Poem by Helen Jackson (1830-1885).
The tree looked on the stars, but loved the Brook!
O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait,
My love can bravely woo. All smiles forsook
The brook’s white face. Too late!
Too late! I go to wed the sea.
I know not if my love would curse or bless thee.
I may not, dare not, tarry to caress thee,
Oh, do not follow me!
Slainte – Colleen