Source Local

Source Local

We believe in the strength of Australia.

What better way to support Australia than by putting local bush tucker on your table

Australian is a rich source of raw materials

Source Local:

  • Bush tucker fruits and herbs
  • Grown in Beecroft and the wider brown land – ‘Core of my heart, my country’ !

Nel Davis has been a provider of Australian Regulatory Affairs Consulting at Checkbox 3D for many years. Work in the agricultural sector has made her a keen supporter of Australian farming  and one step further, Bush Tucker.

Ficus Brachypoda Desert Fig Australian bush tucker native wild fruit

There are numerous minor rural and outback industries that lack the scale to have a voice in the supply chain. Source Local gives them that voice.

My Country

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

by Dorothy MacKellar