There is so much that is special: the gorgeous Mongarlowe River, with its ferny banks and reflective water; the waratahs that flower every November; the few giant eucalypts that have escaped the logging, which may be a thousand years old; the fern-fringed spring where the Mongarlowe River rises; the ancient, gnarled eucryphias, each one with its own individual personality, reminding one of Tolkien’s Ents, as though Treebeard has journeyed to Monga from Middle Earth. In March their petals fall to the ground like confetti. In the exquisite pockets of rainforest, fairy dells of treeferns drip with mosses and epiphytes. Human-created art works can be found tucked away in unexpected places, inspired by and made out of the natural vegetation. read more...
"What a joyous book. This is a brilliant celebration of both the beautiful Monga forest in southern New South Wales and the people who rescued it from the teeth of the chainsaws. Inspiring in every way!"
-Bob Brown
Winner
Australian Conservation Foundation
Inaugural Creative Conservation Prize, 2005