Thre quarters of the year has gone, already.
Some of yesterday was spent at Te Omanga Hospice. The property has had a long and colourful career as a private home, a hotel, public gardens, a Carmelite monastery, a Cenacle convent and retreat house, and since 1991, it has been home to the hospice. In all of its many guises, the property has been blessed with wonderful gardens and some very special trees, including some majestic Sequoia. Among the favourite trees is a splendid magnolia tucked away in a corner of the garden where, if memory serves, there was a grotto that used to contain a statue of the Virgin Mary.
The statue is gone, but the magnolia continues to add colour for quite a large part of the year.
In the early evening, I attended the opening of the Hutt Camera Club’s annual exhibition of members’ work. As well as having five images on display, I am currently the president of the club so I got to make a speech, and to welcome our local member of parliament who said some kind words about the images on display. If you are in Lower Hutt anytime soon, it is open daily from 10 am to 4 pm daily until 12 October. Oddly, the gallery hired its other space to another camera club with which we have a friendly annual rivalry. As I was leaving, I noticed the big mirror reflecting the view into their space.
Outside, now that daylight saving is with us, another large tree was silhouetted against a clear evening sky, as if drawn with Indian ink.
That’s the end of this day.
*Spike Milligan “The Bald Twit Lion”