On the way home from the city of Dunedin, we stopped for lunch at this Garden Centre. Full of beautiful but expensive plants ( like $90NZ) each it also likes to attract birds. The South Island Bellbird sang its clear and pure notes here while eating a treat put out. In the grounds is this lovely little church, beautifully kept.
Three Good Things:
1. We shared a large and delicious sausage roll here.
2. We had a homemade ice-cream while watching tv at home - what we used to do as children at the movies!
3. Waking up early - in the dark - had to for the journey to the southern city and a medical appointment - was different but not a problem!
You brought back a lovely memory talking about the bell bird. I was lucky enough to spend a night on board a large boat in Doubtful Sound when touring the South Island of NZ. In the morning we were all called up on top of the boat and they turned everything off on the boat. It was magical - I could hear bell birds singing and nothing else! No traffic, no planes, no phones! Just the birds! I will remember this always!
Beautiful colors and composition to this photo. It’s a very interesting subject and you’re processing has created art out of it. Homemade ice cream sounds good
@julzmaioro Icecreams add to the memory of a movie - or a concert. At the movies when we were children the ice creams were sold by a young boy with a tray supported by his neck and they were so hard you could have played football with them!
Pretty little chapel- I imagine it gets used for weddings and it would be so nice to marry there while the birds were singing. I had thought about making ice cream while Leigh was visiting but didn't get to the cranking machine. Achy joints and just a little bit too far out of reach. But memories of home-made cream are very special for me! Of course eating ice cream is always something to look forward to! Nice shot!
@maggiemae I've never tried it that way. It was a summertime staple at our family picnics. Dad would get rock salt and ice and pack the ice cream maker. Mom would prepare the "cream" and pour it in the metal container where the churn was housed. Then the children would take turn cranking it until the cream thickened. The last cranker got to lick the churn so of course there was much anticipation for Dad to say, "Looks like it's done!"
