I have been very lucky with some very kind donations of wood. When I went to Motueka in the South Island for a conference, I met up with an old friend who lived in Motueka, but once lived in Hawkes Bay. He had an orchard... of Olives.
He gave me four little logs of Olive wood. I cut them into twelve billets for turning. Here are two pieces, one on the lathe, the other ready to turn. I can get a wonderful polish on Olive, as you can see in the foto. The second piece has some very nice grain, with coloured stripes along it.
At seven this morning I received a comment about my Fun Guy post. In return,I promised a post about today. So here it is.
Hawkes Bay is on the East Coast of the North Island of New Zealand. Here prevailing winds are Westerly... so we are in a rain shadow cast by the Kawekas and the Ruahines, both reaching 1700 metres. This season has been wet.. but not so cold. The weather people tell us this is because the weather is coming down to us from the North, and comes to the East Coast first.
The post is a pun on fungi, the plural of fungus. Clearly "fungus" is latin, and so the plural is not part of the English canon. It follows the canon of Latin plurals, hence Fungi. [pronounced
FUN GEE with a "j" sounding "g"].
I took Cousin Gareth for a wander in the Mohi Bush. In late Autumn you see, especially in a wet Autumn, lots of rot, produced by Fungi of every kind.
Wordworth wrote, after a walk in the fields, " all at once I saw a crowd, a host of lovely daffodils".
Over the first weekend of June, I went to a conference in Motueka. This meant I was only a few kilometres from Golden Bay. In spare time, I went across the Takaka Hill to Takaka, which is the main centre for Golden Bay. I went for a walk in part of the Abel Tasman National Park near Takaka.
The walk starts at a carpark with a distant view of an inlet with a large lagoon.
The carpark was not empty!
Bush was growing along the track.
On the other side of the track we have a view of a nice tranquil bay.
We are three quarters of the way around Mauao.
There is so much sand along this coast that there is enough to spare for little beaches like this. We can see in the distance rocks that flank Mount Maunganui's iconic beach.
In just a few hundred metres we round the corner to see the beach itself.
Two volcanic outposts flank the beach. Great sand makes the beach. Just here the volcanic rock gives out and we have a small face of "Papa" rock wich has the consistency of well made cardboard.
We were about half way around, so now to more of the walk in part II.
A lone yacht braves the current to sail the Pacific.
Mauao is essentially a volcanic cone. It looks more like a lava flow then a cinder cone. Here volcanic rock meets clay. In fact it looks like two different flows of lava meeting. The clay will be from later.
This all appears to be more lava rock. I like the beauty of the tree trunk pressing against the rock. A Pohutukawa.
The yacht is much faster than we are.
I visited my sister in Papamoa. She suggested a walk around Mauao. This is more often called "Mount Maunganui". It has a track around it which takes an hour or so.
Mauao stands next to Tauranga Harbor.
It also stands next to a busy housing area.
Many of the houses are more than just seaside cottages.
It was very busy. School Holidays!
The harbor that the town overlooks is crowded with little boats........ and big ones.
In the distance you can see hills. That is typical of New Zealand.
Near Papamoa, My sister Diana and brother in law Mike have a property. When I visited, I took a present. A plant.
They love trees and have enough land to have a few. Here are a couple of Kauris.
Here are a couple of young Rimu.
This foto of their young dog shows the part of the property that looks towed the east. There are poplars on the boundary.
The plant I brought was a bamboo, "Dendrocalamus Latiflora". It is one of the largest bamboos to be found in New Zealand.
Only twenty minutes away is a small peak. At the top is a reserve with many walking and biking trails. Last Sunday I walked my favourite walk. Here are some fotos.
Here is the view from the carpark. The hill that is covered in pine tress stands out from the grazing pasture of the rest of the hills.
Tee mata peak is built on limestone rock as shown in the picture.
From the walkway you can see the hills below. The parkland is covered in vegetation as shown here.
Looking back along the track you can see the uneven surface of the walkway.
Ginger is the last of the kittens. She is likely to stay with me. Even her mother Woody may go. He is a very lively kitten, but has almost reached the size of a full grown cat. He has had his appointment with the vet and survived that OK.
As a little kitten he was always busy.
Here he is looking for something to play with.
He gets a cuddle from an admirer.
"Who me!. No! I was somewhere else."
"Look, I am just like my mother, only not so fat!"
Treading the [floor] boards.