Thursday, 16 November 2017

The Magic of Coromandel

What is your magic place? Do you have a place you go, even in your imagination if you are too busy to go physically, to rest the body and replenish the spirit?
Mine is Coromandel. I often post about it and the beautiful pohutukawa trees that cover the hillsides, line the roads and hang over the sea from perilous rocky anchorages.
Most of the year they are a uniform sea of dark green, and silver from the undersides of the leaves. Come November, more silver appears with the flower buds and then comes the burst of glorious colour, different shades of red.
My favourite is the deep crimson and this morning a friend sent me a photo of the first one spotted in flower by her visitors from Canada. I imagine they were as appreciative as I am of the magnificent display.
We usually make our annual trip up the Peninsula around New Year by which time the edges of the road are still lined with ribbons of withered red stamens and a few last trees are still in flower. I have yet to make a trip during full bloom.
Perhaps this year?

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