Cloudy this morning, but a lovely walk to the river. Just a taste of the autumn colours.
of reds and yellows
warmth of the fire
I don’t know the name of this palm tree growing on our property. The fruit is like Nikau fruit, but it’s not Nikau. Last year the wood pigeons tore into it, but this year the beautiful red berries are being wasted. The flowers are full of bees, and if you stand by the tree there’s a constant humming. It’s tall and the flowers are over a meter from the ground so getting these pictures wasn’t easy – and despite the business of the bees, I think I only managed to catch one. See if you can spot it. I just love the fecundity of this tree, and the berries hang like beautiful bead curtains. Just click on any image to enlarge.
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