Thursday, May 28, 2015

Bunny and the Quinces

This little rabbit was out on a trip to Buninyong ( "Bunny" ), south-east of Ballarat. Above, he was captivated by the Anglican church.
And shortly after, by this former brewery, now a dwelling, on the banks of the spring-fed lake at the centre of Buninyong's Botanic Gardens.
This is as old as it gets in this part of the world, what with gold being found in a new land, and substantial headway being made.
This came later, this 'Queen Victoria's Rotunda'. It's still here, for anyone to enter.
If this were only an historical re-enactment I'd have scampered, but the stones are local and warm and they belong here.
 Some of the trees are somewhat magnificent. There are poplars and redwoods but I confess to a fondness for the local Eucalypts, loose and strong as they are.
We're not talking about Endless Tourism here, but about a little gracious space, off the beaten track.
She doesn't look fabulous this time of year, what with all of her leaves fallen. But she is stately and benevolent, this backwoods grande dame.
The neighbours believe so, and take care appropriately.
I just got off a bus and I was there. Nobody bothered me. I'd like a bit of space like this myself when I stepped out back... can see it's quince weather. When Buninyong was built, there was huge money got from the local gold. Above is any one of a number of fine examples of placement or state or statement of place.
More trees, and a bit of a windmill behind them. The trees get to be gargantuan in certain places here, here with rich volcanic soils, if a now unpredictable climate, including that climate's droughts.
This little bunny got his quinces from the Buninyong Information Office for the ridiculous sum of $2.40, so he will have to remember just why it is he loved it so. He loved it for being so natural, so of itself, so accepting of a stranger.