light-woods

Updated: May 14, 2025

I crossed the river. A gully, deep at first, but getting rapidly shallower, led up by a steep ascent to the tableland above, and as I reached the summit I found myself at Major Buckley's front door. They had, with good taste, left such trees as stood near the house a few deep-shadowed light-woods and black wattles, which formed pretty groups in what I could see was marked out for a garden.

Henry Kingsley - Recollections of Geoffrey Hamlyn