The weather is perfect for a Sunday Stroll in the Botanic Gardens on Mount Coot-tha. I had not visited for a while and I knew that a number of events were taking place there over the weekend so we headed out to catch the Native Plant fair and an art exhibition at the Randall Art Centre. Then it was straight into the gardens which turned out to be a much longer walk than expected because I had to keep stopping to admire the many plants and trees in full bloom.
Starting with the water lilies in the small ponds just outside the Exhibition Hall which were admired by many sitting on the edge and looking into the water.
Their thoughts drift to Monet's Water Lilies painted in the gardens of Giverney and the beauty that they hold for those lucky enough to know them. Water Lilies need still water and their leaves float on top of the water. Sporadically they produce these almost perfect flowers which are vibrant with colour and symmetry.
Moving on from them, we come across a tree which is not native to Australia and in fact comes from the Americas called appropriately the Shaving brush tree, Pseudo Bombax Ellipticum and when you see the fallen shaving brushes you can understand why. I loved the intensity of the pink and imagined all my menfolk using them to foam up their shaving cream. Apparently, you can get a highly intoxicating drink from them as well but we won't go there.
The bark was as shiny and as smooth as silk but any temptation to run your hand over it was quickly squashed by the prickles that surround it. It was weird and wonderful and perhaps from the baobab family and worth stopping for.
We came across a more common cycad plant which we have seen on many an occasion but this one was just different again as the pine cone which should normally be extending out from its centre was pointing at us like a torpedo. A couple who were heading to one of the weddings on the lawns further down also stopped to have a look and some fruity comments were exchanged about this interesting plant.
We walked through the Japanese garden to admire the azaleas in bloom which gave bursts of colour to the borders and the clipped hedges, and wandered over the little waterfall which soothed with its watery words.
From there, we headed to the rainforest and along the path we came across this lovely little creature. I had to bend down low to check it out and the smiled as I read the accompanying little poem dedicated to this permanently resident bandicoot.