eucalyptus grove
Berkeley, CA
There’s a eucalyptus grove near my apartment. Early in my time in Berkeley, it felt like an otherworldly refuge from the chaos of my life. The grove is set lightly into a hill and the towering trees deafen the sound of the city around. My late spouse and I would come to the grove frequently in those days to sit and let the world turn without us for a few minutes. I still find myself walking by or through it most days, sometimes just on my commute, on other days to sit with these trees.
The eucalyptus bark over time peels and falls to the forest floor. The texture is exquisite – hundreds of layered paper-thin slices of these trees, covering every inch of the ground at times.
