This week I thought I would share some more photos from a 2004 horticultural tour of New Zealand. This country is a land of contrasting landscapes from native bush country to almost desert-like tussock grass to flower-filled formal gardens. Today's photos are from the Otari Wilton's Bush Native Botanic Garden near Wellington on the North Island of New Zealand.
The most memorable plant in this garden was the huge tree ferns, which are almost prehistoric in feeling. We were able to see the tree ferns from all vantage points. First we walked across a "tree walk" which was a bridge that crossed over the tree tops:
Next we took stairs deep into the bush for some closeup of the tree ferns like these very young fiddleheads which will become the fern fronds as they mature:
This is a grown tree fern truck with its interesting hatched or almost plaited looking bark. Notice that the fiddleheads dry as the season progresses:
As the tree matures, the older stems turn this shiny black color and the fiddleheads get thicker and darker as well:
This photo of a tree fern "umbrella" was taken from the tree walk:
Come back on Wednesday and I'll share some lovely New Zealand water scenes, both natural and man-made in the formal gardens.
- Recent retiree--35 year's experience teaching reading, English, adult basic education and volunteer leadership skills. Started this blog to exchange ideas and commentary with friends and others having an interest in joining the discussions. Greatest life accomplishments include: 1.organized my 3rd grade class to check out library books for me to get around librarian's weekly limit--Amazon.com, the Mullins Elementary 3rd Grade Class of 1956 is still waiting for "thank you" notes; 2. volunteered in the Peace Corps, island of St. Kitts, West Indies; 3.taught adults to read, earn their GEDs., and speak English as a second language; 4. bought a border collie puppy for $6, got evicted rather than give him up, and began a life-long love affair with all things "Dog"; 5. joined a physical fitness boot camp in my mid-50s--don't mess with someone who's been doing regulation pushups in wet grass at 5:30 a.m.; 6. walked across Northern England with best friend Sally--over 80 miles from the Irish to North Seas; and 7. travelled to many foreign countries for pleasure and work.