Saturday, October 22, 2016

Exciting flowers

The quinces are in full flower and fruits are forming as the petals fall. This one still has its reproductive bits on display, despite the petals having gone.

I'd be surprised if you recognised this tree, but delighted if you did! It's "Dead Man's Fingers", a sub-tropical tree growing happily in my deep south garden and look, it's flowering! If the bees do their thing, those flowers will become big bright blue pods, filled with edible jelly. I've only ever seen them in photographs, but now I'm hopeful of seeing and eating them in the flesh.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Thanks for your help, Old Father Time

I wonder if having this dude overlooking the city from the biggest billboard in town helped with my very pleasing election result? Did people think he was me? Can't have hurt.


Back-lit leaf

Today's clouds

They were certainly piling up this afternoon. The first image shows the mass of cloud beside the Basilica and the second two cloud bodies going head to head above West Plains.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Fiesty chick

There's that moment when the chick moves beyond cute. It's to do with the down-to-feather ratio, or beak length or maybe the distance they are willing to go away from their mother in order to peck at something tasty. This little guy's on the cusp.

Water droplets on Solomon's Seal

Portal no.2

Tuesday, October 18, 2016


aslant - what a marvelous word!

"There’s something dishevelled and unsettling about poetry. In 2016, at a time of escalating global violence and uncertainty, poetry might seem irrelevant. What’s the point of poetry when the streets of Syria have been bombed beyond recognition? What’s the point of poetry when the permafrost is melting? But poetry matters because it offers an alternative reality – it refuses the logical, reductionist, materialist aspects of industrial culture; aslant, it invites us to feel our way in the dark. And most importantly, it matters because it often fails. Poetry often fails to speak universally, but succeeds in trying over and over again to speak. Poetry is a shabby, uncivilised failure that we badly need in these unravelling times; if for no other reason than as a mirror for our human imperfection."

Monday, October 17, 2016

The kindy tree

The staff at Leo's kindy want me to reproduce the old apple tree that grows through the fort in their backyard because the apples cook up to a sweet fluff and the tree is significant to the children who go to the kindy. So I will.

The Erskine home

I visited this grand old country lady a couple of years ago when this photo was taken and got to look inside at the 'frozen in time' interior  with its portraits on the walls, cups and plates in the cupboards and everything else a house of this era would have been filled with, all left behind when the family moved into the new farmhouse 50 metres away. The house has since burned to the ground and this photo, along with the others of the interior, the only record.

Salad days

This plant is miners' lettuce. It's lovely in a salad and grows vigorously under pine trees, on sandy soil.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

A three part day

Today, a film crew has been in our garden capturing images moving and still for their project on making change. Their drone was in our airspace for part of the morning and that footage will be wonderful I'm betting. We were interviewed for an extended opportunity to tell the world what we think and now I'm a bit fatigued from having to gather my thoughts for that long. As well, I've been keeping an eye on my second "Essential gardener" post on The Standard and endeavouring to answer any questions that arose from that and that went very well, I thought. Lastly, I've been writing for this week's Get Growing on various topics, including my choice for, "Plant of the Week" - tree daisies. Here's one of the photos I took. It'll not be anywhere near a gorgeous as those Jason Hosking takes (Jason was behind one of the cameras today and is speaking tomorrow night in Invercargill about his award-winning nature photography) but it's pretty enough.