Some weeks ago Nick and I drove over to the West Coast to visit with his mother's friends.
We were also picking up a washing machine that was going cheap due to an impending move by its owners to Australia.
We drove through Arthur's Pass and saw a female Kea on the bridge. I rolled down the window and called to her and she hopped sideways a few times and bent down as birds do before they take flight but we couldn't stop and she was left behind.
The closer you get to the coast that touches the Tasman Sea, the more Jurassic looking the ferns become. It really does start to look like a lost world that hasn't changed in eons.
There were beautiful Rimu trees with their weeping leaves and huge flax bushes that grew up right beside the highway.
The house we visited was a villa that had been established in the 1930s.
It had a wrap around porch and a variety of trees the original owner had planted. This included a tall Kauri and several varieties of Eucalyptus.
In a side pasture there was an old tree with delicate orchids growing on its branches and on our way to look at it we sent a few Pukeko running for cover.
At night we went out to feed the eels in the nearby stream and we could see a sky full of stars.
The ceaseless pounding of the surf could be heard as well as the occasional cry of a bird in the bush.
We walked down the unpaved driveway and saw twinkling glowworms giving off their soft green light from the exposed clay soil.
I now have some very pleasant memories of the West.
We were also picking up a washing machine that was going cheap due to an impending move by its owners to Australia.
We drove through Arthur's Pass and saw a female Kea on the bridge. I rolled down the window and called to her and she hopped sideways a few times and bent down as birds do before they take flight but we couldn't stop and she was left behind.
The closer you get to the coast that touches the Tasman Sea, the more Jurassic looking the ferns become. It really does start to look like a lost world that hasn't changed in eons.
There were beautiful Rimu trees with their weeping leaves and huge flax bushes that grew up right beside the highway.
The house we visited was a villa that had been established in the 1930s.
It had a wrap around porch and a variety of trees the original owner had planted. This included a tall Kauri and several varieties of Eucalyptus.
In a side pasture there was an old tree with delicate orchids growing on its branches and on our way to look at it we sent a few Pukeko running for cover.
At night we went out to feed the eels in the nearby stream and we could see a sky full of stars.
The ceaseless pounding of the surf could be heard as well as the occasional cry of a bird in the bush.
We walked down the unpaved driveway and saw twinkling glowworms giving off their soft green light from the exposed clay soil.
I now have some very pleasant memories of the West.
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| A tiny orchid. |
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