Cautionary note to readers – this post is not compatible with mealtimes
A few weeks ago I’d taken my mother to Christchurch Hospital for an appointment. I’d no sooner got her settled back in the rest home when I got word that a friend was in hospital so I tootled back to the inner city and parked in the middle of Hagley Park.
The hospital is over there!
From here it was a pleasant 10 minute stroll through the Botanical Gardens nestled in their intestinal loop of the Avon
with late autumn displays and a brilliant blue sky
The air was redolent with the pungent odour of a Cook Strait ferry
after a sailing where the stewards were busy gathering up used paper bags.
It took a while to work out that it was all natural, nothing more than the bountiful leavings of the maiden hair trees, Ginkgo biloba.
The fruit (bottom right) are pretty golden globes, not what you expect from something related to pine trees, but each fallen
Elsewhere winter was in place but the gardens are full of trees with winter virtues.
Nearing the hospital there is a group of paper-bark maple holding up the sky
and warm toned, many textured bark