13 February 13
One of our early initiations into Tasmanian life was at the mercy of the buzzies. These pretty little plants look like fireworks on a stem, the fresh ones a tempting aura of pink around a green head.
But don’t let the beauty fool you. Buzzies are greedy, implacable, sock-grabbing, towel-riding, hair-raising hitch-hikers that leave you sitting for hours picking them out.
If you’ve visited Tasmania, surely you’ve encountered buzzies too. Little details like this remind us that we’re in a special place — different from the mainland — and for that, I treasure the memory of these plants … as long as they stay out of the bus!