They grow along the main street of Levin and also in Whanganui I discovered on Monday. They get pruned back to these unusual stumpy branches in autumn and they will sprout forth in spring and be clothed in large shady leaves.
A family funeral earlier in the week saw us heading to Whanganui, a river city about 180kms north west of our home.
Evidence of autumn still showed itself in the bright sunshine and against the blue sky of the day.
But glimpses of spring also were evident in very early spring blossom and a tiny black lamb. (Sorry no photos from a moving car)
At a major highway junction is the small town of Bulls. It is a great place to stop for refreshments and a comfort stop. It is the one place in New Zealand where you can get milk from bulls.
The local dairy (a small convenience store) has picked up on this quirky notion.
Elsewhere around the town are names of facilities with creative names ending in “bull” such as these:
The Plunket Rooms in Bulls is so typical of such rooms dotted all over New Zealand, especially in rural and small town New Zealand.
We had lunch in the old Bank of New Zealand in Whanganui, refurbished now in keeping with the era in which it was built.
And in keeping with times past this car was at the church where the funeral was held.