This year I’ve been in time to capture the yellow blossoming pohutukawa trees as well. These amazing trees originated on a tiny island off the coast of the North Island, but have been successfully transported to mainland parks and gardens. What beauty!
I often see tourists taking photographs, or just stopping to gaze at the trees.
The blossom is positively humming with bees – I tried to capture some in my photos!
The sun is shinning, the skies are blue, the clouds white and the sea changes every day; one minute softly blue then deeper, then light emerald green then blue again – summer at last is here.
My spirits always lift at this time of the year. Nostalgia hits me, reminding me of what always felt like endless summer holidays at the beach, being buffeted by the breakers, collecting shells, exploring, and always finding a giant pohutukawa tree to climb and swing from the branches. We stayed until long after twilight, often going home in the dark as it was impossible to leave a place that held such treasures – the rare and tiny native New Zealand cowrie shell, bright sea slugs hidden under a rock in low tide pools, an unexpected find like an octopus, waving his tentacles at us, and then the long walk back along the beach to home.
This time of the year always reminds me of my enchanted childhood.