Here’s my bomby old front deck, looking south-west.
And from that deck I can see the western corner of my grove. It looks like a thicket of black bamboo, only not black. The first pioneers usually appear in this corner each year, but the growth is unimpressive because my moso doesn’t like hot ground with little cover.
This is not what moso is, or not what it becomes in the ideal biome, such as here in eastern NSW. Its destiny is to be forest, with a fine mat underfoot, and wide spaces between soaring culms.
Forget thickets. This is moso.
Where it has moved into a new area, there is still something of a tangle, but, within a couple of years, this…
…will look like this.
So, forget thickets, tangles, swamps, snakes, mozzies.
Think: open and airy forests across the hills.