I spent the afternoon sitting in the Rose Garden in the middle of Christchurch's Hagley Park. It’s hard not to fall prey to the 19th century Euro-mentality that we are masters of our own universe while sitting in a rose garden. Everything is arranged in beautiful concentric circles with the grass cut just so and the hedge trimmed just right. The roses were obligingly blooming in an array of colors, some of which I had never seen before and I’ve been in a lot of rose gardens. There are benches around the outside strategically placed to be quiet and serene; most of the walkers take one of the inner paths through the flowers, so even when it’s busy (as it was this afternoon), it still feels peaceful. The air even smells nice.
|View toward Golden Bay|