No smarty pants remarks about this Spathiphyllum today, it is just a lovely plant that hangs around the huge hothouse dome at the Botanical Gardens. Although that stamen is a fearsome looking object. For some context the whole thing is twice as big as my hand.
This is Pachypodium lamerei, I’ll call him Fred, he’s probably the first plant you see when you walk in. I could sense his loneliness and detected a sadness about him, Fred always missed out on hug a tree day.
You only get the majesty of this tree when you open it in a new tab, it dominates the landscape. I don’t know what it’s called, there were too many prickly things to get past to read the plaque.
I know, not half as good as last weeks. This is best viewed in a new tab.
I like this for its simplicity, that and the reflection of the ferns in the pool.
Speaking of reflections.
The green feathers caught my eye here.
Mum Wood Duck and the kids were nesting in the mulch under a tree, then decided not to hang around.
I wanted a pic of the turtles sunning themselves but you bring a camera out and everyone’s in on the act. The turtle had a go at the water hen and all the Ibis seemed interested in was whether or not he had all of his chins tucked in.
A change of pace here, I took this near home a couple of weeks ago. I saw his silhouette from half a kilometre away then found somewhere safe to park. Naturally by the time I had the camera out I was shaking (old deer hunter). No time for manual settings, I clicked it onto auto and started clicking. The only thing wrong was the autofocus pulled up on the grass stems in front of him. Putting him slightly out of focus. He had been rooting up a mud wallow, hence the grass hanging off his antlers. I put a picture up a while ago of the other stag and females that hang around, well I’m sad to say that he is now on the outer. This big bloke stole his females. We saw the distraught smaller stag standing forlorn and lonely that afternoon. Life’s tough in the real world.
I took this in our garden a week or so ago, along with some butterflies on thistles etc, there seem to be a lot of them around on the net lately. Anyway the bottlebrushes are bursting out with nectar and this mating couple were trying to do it all at once. ‘Frank, I swear if you don’t bugger off and let me eat it’ll be, POW right in the old proboscis.’
I hope you enjoy this weeks offering, I’m recovering okay and will try and get out to take some fresh material.