Rolling Into Timaru

Timaru is a small port city that amps up the green factor. Shaped by lava from the long-extinct Mt. Horrible volcano, it’s now defined by a rolling hilliness adorned with lots of colorful flowers and trees.

During my highly awkward adolescent years, my father used to “encourage” his kids to spend a lot of time in the yard cultivating inner peace and improved discipline (read: forced labor). The best way to do this involved hours of toiling away in our massive yard picking up minuscule sticks, mowing parallel lanes of grass, and raking up little round piles of leaves. To this day, it’s an accepted fact that I’m horticulturally-challenged and too lazy to play botanist, but still find myself drawn to artfully blended landscapes and gardens in bloom.

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