Bexley Wetland

It looks natural but it's not. It was a dumping ground for industrial filth. PURE NEW ZEALAND's toxic industrial filth, dumped in a wetland.
But the polluters moved on. The worst of the polluted land has been dug out and trucked off somewhere else. Houses have been built up to the edge of the big hole. The big hole has filled with water and the waterfowl have moved in.
It's now the Bexley Wetland, and it's one of my favourite short walks after work.
It's not perfect. The roar of the traffic always dominates. And there's still a lot of rubbish to remind of what it was before. But the few minutes walking the path through the middle of the wetland is pure tranqulity.

Beginning again

New leaves are beginning to burst from the leaf buds on the ribbonwood.
The excitement of spring is building in everything living, including me.
Sometimes there can be false starts. The arum lillies were cut down by a harsh late winter frost only a few weeks ago. They're still struggling to get moving again.
I think I've recovered enough from my own winter to move again.