Well it took some time, but the assorted daffodil bulbs are finally planted… all 2000 of them! I placed them under the grove of 75 silver birch trees so am hoping for a spectacular display next spring. I suspect many will remain dormant for the first season, but there should still be a good number appearing.
This autumn was particularly stunning. The colours along the lake and river edges were breathtaking in their brilliance. I would often bike along the Outlet Track, or out towards Waterfall Creek and riding through the thick carpet of deep gold leaves was magical. Badge, the perfect pup, would at times be up to his neck in masses of leaves as he scrambled off-trail. One blustery day we biked through a storm of golden yellow, the leaves swirling and dancing in the maelstrom.
Early morning and late afternoon, in that brief moment when the light is sheer perfection, the photographers (a dozen at a time) would be out along the river and lake with their cameras and tripods, trying to capture that one great shot.
During the peak of autumn we had a day trip over the Lindis Pass to Aoraki/Mt Cook. The weather was gorgeous with a stunning blue sky and not a cloud to be seen. Following the river before the Lindis, the willow trees were pure canary yellow, the colour in sharp contrast to the deep blue of the sky and the lazy tawny browns and golds of the tussock clad hills. Did I mention it was simply breathtaking?
Aoraki means ‘Cloud Piercer’ but she didn’t live up to her name. There she was, displayed to her full glory with the fresh snow glistening against the blue of the sky. The Hermitage was buzzing with visitors, all enjoying the abundant sunshine. After meeting up with friends and getting some picnic supplies, we headed back the way we had come until we were back out of the national park. Stopping by Lake Pukaki, we enjoyed our picnic as the two dogs played and swam in the turquoise waters.
This winter is predicted to have abundant snow. The ski fields now have a good base cover and one Northern ski field has already opened for the season. Meanwhile, not being a skier, I’m patiently waiting for my daffodils to bloom. Is it spring yet?