As a storyteller, I do my best to see the story unfold in my imagination as I tell. A well-known American teller, Gioia Timpanelli, once said to me, “If you’re going to tell as story about an eagle, make sure you’ve had a real close look at one.”
Looking closely here in Oz, it’s colours that are especially striking –
Ficus Tree Pink, a sign of new growth.
Sunset Mauve Flame, the colour of the Flame Child’s dress in Jospeph Jacob’s ” My Own Self”
Aquamarine, on the edge of the sea, the place the farmer retired to in “J.Percy Cockatoo” by J.Bodger & M.Philp.
Kelpie Cattle Dog Red in many a faithful, farm dog, tale.
Ancient Grass Tree Green.
Soft Pelican White, where ‘his beak holds more than his belly can.’
Guava like watermelon – juicy, sweet-smelling tucker.
Eucalyptus Speckle Bark on the “Galah Tree” where those pesky birds roost in Jean Chapman’s tall tale of the same title.