The one that looks different. Even from a distance, you can pick it out. Lemonwood foliage is a distinctive yellowish-green – not dark green of rimu or bright green of wineberry, but a pale, almost lime colour that catches the light. In a forest of dark greens, Lemonwood glows.
What makes it special? The scent. Crush a leaf of Lemonwood between your fingers and you will know it immediately. The smell is sharp, clean, unmistakable – lemon, citrus, a hint of something herbal. The leaves are wavy, undulating, like they have been crimped or ruffled. Arranged alternately along branches, thick and leathery, not soft like wineberry.
The flowers are another clue. Lemonwood produces clusters of small, cream-coloured flowers in spring. Heavily scented – a sweet, honey-like perfume that carries on the breeze. At night, the scent attracts moths, which are the tree primary pollinators. Flowers followed by small, woody capsules that split open to reveal sticky, black seeds surrounded by bright red, fleshy pulp. Seeds eaten by birds –
kererū, tūī,
silvereye – which carry them to new locations.
The bark is dark grey and rough, cracking into small, square plates. The trunk is usually straight and cylindrical, reaching 10 to 15 metres in height. Not a tall tree, but it has presence. Its yellowish-green canopy stands out against darker foliage of podocarps and broadleaf trees.
The wood is light, soft, and straight-grained. Used by Māori for tools, for handles of adzes, for frames of houses. Not a strong wood, but easy to work and takes a fine polish. The tree was also used for medicine – leaves boiled to make a steam inhalation for colds and coughs.
Biologically, Lemonwood is a member of the Pittosporum family – a group known for tough, leathery leaves and fragrant flowers. One of the most widespread and recognisable members, a tree of edges and gaps.
To stand under a Lemonwood is to stand under a pale green canopy. Wavy leaves, sharp scent, sweet flowers. Dark rough trunk, spreading branches, light filtering through. A tree of texture, of scent, of quiet distinction.
Lemonwood is not a king. It is not a warrior. It is the one that stands out, the one with pale leaves and lemon scent, the one that glows in the dark forest. It has been here for millennia. It will be here as long as the forest needs a splash of light.