Since the bushfires came through my property and the national park behind it, I wake most mornings with a sharp stone lodged in my throat.
- Katerina Cosgrove
- Al Jazeera
Before I am fully conscious, my grief is amorphous, hard to pin down.
Then I hear my beloved bees in the native banksias beneath my window, their low hum in the few flowers that have survived.
King parrots, kookaburras and lorikeets have come back to burned trees after the…