On my stove right now is my dye pot and bubbling away within it are eucalyptus leaves.
I only have a small yard with plants in pots – I do have the odd tree but nothing so grand as a eucalyptus. However, a friend of mine does and recently she had to prune a damaged branch. She could have composted this easily in her own back garden, but no, she chose to carry/drag it through Brixton to my home because she knows I like to cook cloth in bits of plants just to see what happens. The fact that she thinks I am bonkers is neither here nor there. Now that I call friendship :).