Winter Walk

closeup 2 agapanthus seedheadOn this walk, I decided I’d look for signs that despite talk of winter this year doing a skip straight to an early spring, it really is still winter.

Camera in hand for photographic proof, and the lyrics to some, un-pin-downable Cole Porter song playing in my head, I set off.

closeup agapanthus seedhead.JPGThe first thing to take my eye, the leonine seed heads of the agapanthus. No sign of spring in all that tousle.

ice plant in winter.JPGMaybe this brave and rather cheerful ice plant is a sign of spring – however, it is all alone, proving it’s most likely a bit of a mis-step.

two winter agas.JPG

As I wandered, I thought of my novel and the help I’ve solicited from a lovely editor and how close I am to finally getting it published. Such thoughts were definitely putting a spring in my step. Ah-ha. Spring. Maybe it’s closer than I think. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

agapanthus view.JPGHeading away from the inlet and back home, I was still looking for winter wherever it was to be found …

tree on sports ground.JPGSome trees just don’t get the idea of a winter’s breather. Like this stalwart of the evergreen, the eucalyptus. Unlike the deciduous varieties of the tree world, it ploughs on, manufacturing sap right on through winter. 

iron gate.JPGOn our street, a gate providing a flash of red among winter’s drear.

Ivy on woodDead ivy leaves, another wintry clue.

three winter hydrangeaAnd these hydrangeas, undeniably, a winter study. 

winter hydrangea

lone leafLoth to leave?

tree against brick wallA wise tree, taking a winter’s rest.

close up of tree against brickThere is beauty to be found in winter’s pale greys and bare browns. Spent leaves turn to winter-thin wafers. 

magnolia budsOur neighbour’s magnolia in bud. Signs of spring … but not here yet.

toadstool festooned trunk A moss-covered trunk of a silver birch tree – one of several up our driveway that had overgrown their welcome. Its position under power lines was becoming dangerous and so we had to have it cut down, about ten years ago. Some type of fungi has taken to the trunk in rather spectacular fashion.

winter driveway treeIn one of life’s delightfully picaresque coincidences, our son – in another city altogether from Dunedin – is working with a woman in the same city, who (as they discovered to their mutual surprise) used to live in our house. In fact, her parents built our house. It turns out that her father planted the line of native trees along our driveway, the same year as the Waihine disaster (which, coincidentally, is the same year as  my father died) in 1968.

Now whenever I walk past these trees, I think of the serendipity of all this … I think of that year and these trees that I love and the man who planted them, of his daughter who works with our son, and of my father. It’s typical of how the past and the present and the future are all so often wrapped up in the gift of trees.

The photo above shows the only deciduous one of these trees, its small cones in winter, rubies against the sky’s light.


flax pods

Here the lime-green aspect of one of the aforementioned native trees, provides light relief and a background to the winter aspect of dry, flax (harakeke) pod fronds.

flax frondsHarakeke seed pods. 

Yes, it’s still winter – all these photos are of nature proving it. But if nature was a clock face, I imagine the hands are at 11.45. It’s undeniable. Spring is in the wings, tapping its foot. But until it’s spring’s turn to once more take centre stage, I’m going to keep enjoying whatever is left of this winter’s performance.


Writer from Dunedin, New Zealand.

2 thoughts on “Winter Walk

  1. There was your post as soon as I logged in.. yay! Exciting to hear about your novel Kay.. are you going to do a signing event? Love the red gate photo and the fungi, and your last paragraph made me smile! I’m very impatiently tapping my foot as I await spring. The annoying auto-correct may have asserted itself as I think you intended “Wahine” disaster. I was 4yrs then. Loved reading your post as I enjoyed my first cuppa tea today 🙂

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  2. Oh yes silly me! Wahine. I was 15. And was actually born the year of the Waitangi. Thanks for alerting me to the mistake. And thanks for kind comments. As for signing event … when the time comes I am sure there will be something of the sort.

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