Garden Paradise

The Gauden-Ing garden is, in a word, spectacular.

It takes better words than I have to do it justice. There are orange and grapefruit trees and a rose arbour cover with climbing roses, the last of which are still blooming and swaying in the breeze as I look out the window. The arbour is flanked by a dense show of iris leaves. Beyond this is anothe rose garden,w chiI can just see through the trees.

Two graceful green herons mark the spot where the creek flows.

Elsewhere I know there are upwards of 250 fig trees which produce in the neighbourhood of 600 kilos of fruit that they ship across New Zealand and even to the U.S. As a side, Margaret and some friends also produce a high quality fig and ginger jam which is sold in exclusive boutiques.

Later this morning I'm going to wander through the garden and then sit and enjoy it while I wait for Hans to come back from golfing. We're off to Nelson this afternoon to do some wine tasting.

Ray is at a PET session this weekend as he's the incoming President for his club.

Comments

Anonymous said…
You guys are sure getting all the sights, sounds and of course wines into your trip. Like "Charlie" we too have had a blast of winter. Early last week they played in shirtsleeves, Friday we had snow, not as much out here as in town, all gone now though. Keep blogs coming. Sagebrush
Anonymous said…
absolutely delightful...nothing like a garden full of wonders to...um...make you take your pulse to make sure you're still alive. how bout some exciting stuff...wrassling kangeroos...bungy jumping...how about some major winetasting with someone whose BUTT hans wants to kick playing mini golf.... really i need help...it's sunday and i'm trapped at the mat doing laundry...living my life vicariously through you guys...i need more, some thrills, some chills...hell what i really need is some wine...lots of it...copious quantities.

charlie
Haloranch said…
Ah Charlie, we're just getting too sedate to send you vicarious thrills. Bummer. But we did have a funny encounter yesterday at lunch.

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