IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE SOMETIMES that not only do I live on an Island but for months of the year I often have the D O C park and the beach to myself when I am out walking.
But now it is September. The Island wakes and people will be walking the paths again for now is
the time when the ferry starts arriving with contractors and weekenders loaded up with their building materials to get the holiday homes organised for the coming summer.
The spring flowers continue to appear, most of them are small and will go unnoticed amongst all the green, or fade into being a subtle carpet of pastel, except to those who are are waiting for them to open. The Pururi tree flowers are only seen when they fall to the ground. The exception is the flamboyant orange flowers of the native shrub, Tecoma which can be trained into a coastal resistant hedge. Kids know to pull off each flower and suck the sweet nectar from it.
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| Pururi Tree Flower |
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| They call this a weed. |
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| Kawakawa flower |
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| London's Pride |
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| carpet of London's pride |
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| Tecoma |
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