A symphony of colour

The title of this post alludes to Lyn of Tawa‘s chaotic colour schemes. My gardening is similarly chaotic: there is no planned colour scheme here. In fact, I took a step backwards on opening the blind on Sunday morning. I’ve been away for six days and the growth in the garden is overwhelming.

It’s a joy to muck about in the garden since I’ve been back. I’ve heard of people who have ripped out all of their roses because they are ‘too messy’. Messy could pretty much describe my garden and that is how I like it (with limits!) particularly after reading about how our efforts to control nature aren’t the best for the environment. Nature seems to have its own ideas, anyway.

I pruned the Cecile Brunner rose extensively, and it has carried on regardless.

Just as I enjoy “book bathing” in bookshops, I feel as if I’m “garden bathing” at home, surrounded by the green of waist-high Japanese anemones (they flower later in summer) while fox gloves and roses tower above me.

I can pick flowers with no impact on the visual explosion. Some of these flowers were rescued from branches broken by the wind. The sweet peas are a summer favourite. The red roses in the vase are Precious Platinum from a plant transplanted from my mother’s former house.

This morning I found the strawberries ripening in the little greenhouse. A feast for the eyes – and for the taste buds before long.

Wind blown

The weather can change quickly up here beside this glacial lake 278 metres above sea level.

There’s been rain and sun simultaneously as in this sunrise on Tuesday.

Yesterday was sunny and still but with enough breeze for the weekly yacht race which I caught glimpses of between the poplars beside the lake.

This morning I walked a little nervously under these trees as a nor’wester gained strength.

The wind was against me heading out and behind me coming back, so that I was reminded of this cartoon in the Listener I had been reading.


A bellbird as an alarm clock is a pretty fine prospect. Deborah Levy often writes of her bird song clock in her memoir. A bellbird was singing outside the window early this morning.

Bellbird in kowhai tree

Later, as I sat reading in the sun, I looked up to discover two ducks about to walk in the door.

This sign by the door tells me they’re frequent visitors.

Other visitors have been a thrush, chaffinches and, of course, sparrows. A sparrow popped out of the hedge where it’s probably nesting.

I don’t miss my chooks too much, but it’s nice to watch the bird life here.