Pohutukawa (Metrosideros excelsa) flower buds. Image: Su Leslie 2019
Mangrove (Avicennia marina) fruit. Image Su Leslie 2019
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Zimmerbitch 
You have those fascinating (and very difficult) floral/fauna names…. Are those fruits edible? Or for the birds? Size?
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The fruit we saw were about the size of a cherry, and possibly edible to birds. I’m not aware of any human harvesting of them in NZ.
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crisp images
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Sue, these are truly outstanding photos of flowers and fruits. In both the green background goes well together with them and enhances their beauty.
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Thank you Peter. It was so nice to see signs of growth and renewal along the path.
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What lovely photos Su, all I can see here is snow and it’s very cold.
Leslie
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Thank you Leslie. I hope your winter won’t be too harsh.
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It’s already going to be a long one unless it ends early….boohooo
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Snow here also, so no flowers outside anymore. That makes it really nice to see these shots.
janet
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crisp image
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Great photos. I’d never seen mangrove fruits before.
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I’ve never paid that much attention to mangroves — mainly because they grow in mud. I only noticed at all because they’re beside a new boardwalk.
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I did wonder if you had been wading in mud😉😄
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Hehe. I have a particular aversion to sea-mud since capsizing a kayak in shallow water and finding myself struggling to right it as my bare feet sank in the mud. I still shudder thinking about it.
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Ouch – that is scary! My wife loves the smell of sea mud. Strange woman.
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Perhaps your sea-mud is less contaminated with agricultural run-off than ours?
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Probably. Just radiation from Sellafield 😉.
It does smell pretty anaerobic to me though. Because she grew up on an island it reminds her of childhood
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😂 I prefer not to be reminded of my childhood.
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Likewise. Not that I remember much of it anyway.
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I wonder how much I remember, and how much I think I remember. Had an interesting conversation with my brother recently which made me wonder if we’d actually lived in the same household.
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My brother remembers more than me. It alwsts amazes me when my wife talks about fellow kids she was a primary school with, and the teachers. I recall the name of my final year teacher and that is all. No other pupils, nothing.
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Same here pretty much. I put it down to changing schools often. We never seemed to stay anywhere long enough to build any sort of networks.
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