Some time ago I admired this small fuchsia in a friend’s garden. Her one was a gift from her daughter so it held extra meaning and enjoyment for my friend.
My friend kindly took a cutting from her plant and I have tended it carefully. It surprises me that it has burst into bloom in winter but perhaps all the regular rainfall and milder temperatures of late have ensured the right conditions for flowering.
The flowers are truly exquisite with their waxy upper petals edged in delicate pink, sheltering such vibrant colours and frills beneath.
At the moment the winds have abated so I am able to have the plant, in its pot, near where I can see it with ease. At a time when the rest of the garden is very dormant this delicate show is a real treat.
After I picked up some provisions from the local shops I went for a walk along the side of the Upper Lake in my suburb. We have two man-made lakes and the upper one is smaller, more wooded and quiet. It seemed an ideal place to walk, to reflect and to focus the camera.
A short distance down the path I came across these four geese.
On the lake were these white ducks.
As I approached the geese, two pukekos emerged from the long grass and headed to the lakeside, wary of my intrusion.
Many native trees grow along this path but there are also homes on the left-hand side and a splash of vibrant colour caught my eye in one spot.
I paused at seat near the lake edge and looked out at the water-lilies and the reflection in the water of one patch of blue sky.
We have some unusual looking trees in our bush. This Lancewood is one. It makes me think of primeval times.
My camera batteries died as I neared the steep incline at the end of the lake. That seemed a good indication that it was time to head home.