Hakea

 Nature strips were unknown to the hermit Saint Clare, a mystery. Our street is a crescent with a Scots corruption of his name. We don’t know who chose Sinclair, only that all streets are Scottish in this locality. Nor the names of the mysterious council workers who planted the hakea francisiana in our nature strip. Or verge, an interstate import; likewise, hakeas. We selected [‘hakea’] from the council’s street tree guide and mysteriously two years later they planted it. Nor do we see the rainbow lorikeets at sunrise in one minute displace half the blooms everywhere in a cacophonous frenzy.