I have just recently had three weeks in New Zealand, visiting family and doing some exploring as well. Bell Block is a historic community in north Taranaki and now mostly is a suburb of New Plymouth. Here are just a few garden related shots as I was walking around that may be of interest to you.
|Not a garden shot but all this produce is from a Bell Block garden.|
While in New Zealand I found a fun gardeners book while looking around a thrift shop. It is written by a Kiwi landscape architect about her small Wellington garden. "Life (and death) in a Small City Garden" by Philippa Swan. I am writing out a few paragraphs from her book.....see if you recognize yourself. ☺
Real Gardeners are a breed of their own. I'm sure they have a bent chromosome or something which accounts for their eccentric behavior. A Real Gardener always sleeps badly on a windy night--even when they are in Bali, and their holiday snaps are of the bushes flowering around the swimming pool. Their first question on ringing home is always about the weather................... A group of gardening ladies is a nightmare at the pictures, especially when it's a Merchant Ivory period drama with lots of roses and wisteria. A chorus of plant names erupts every time a bloom appears, followed by a messy dispute at to what sort it was and who's got one at home.
Gardeners have a unique navigational system. When being directed to their house, you will be issued with instructions like, "Turn left at the red-flowering gum tree and we're three doors down from the dogwood." ..................When a gardener comes for dinner they do things like check whether your magnolia-patterned curtains are anatomically correct and stuff the garnish from the French rack of lamb into their handbag because they've never grown pizza thyme before. When they go collecting for charity they arrive back with a collection bag full of cuttings, and their consumer choices at the supermarket are made on the basis of what comes in a container most suitable for potting up the hosta seedlings. Gardeners are never happier than when a friend arrives with a bag of smelly old panty hose.