Banksia grossa is a shrub in the plant family Proteaceae endemic to
Southwest Australia. It is one of fourteen species of banksia in the
series Abietinae, which bear round or oval inflorescences. Collected in
1965, it was described in 1981 by Alex George. Its thick leaves and
large seeds distinguish it from other Abietinae species. It is found
among heath between Eneabba and Badgingarra, in shallow sand over
laterite or in deep sand. It grows as a many-stemmed shrub to 1 m
(3 ft) high with narrow leaves and oval brownish flower spikes up to
10 cm (4 in) high, composed of hundreds of individual flowers.
Flowering occurs throughout the cooler months. Old flower spikes develop
woody follicles which bear the seeds. The plant takes five to seven
years to reach maturity and begin flowering. After bushfire, B. grossa
regenerates from its woody lignotuber; bushfires also stimulate the
release of seeds, which germinate after disturbance. Visitors to
inflorescences include insects and the nocturnal white-tailed dunnart.
Read more: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Banksia_grossa>
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