Something that envirohistory NZ‘s northern hemisphere readers may not realise is that in New Zealand’s indigenous landscape there are fewer seasonal markers, particularly on a wider landscape scale. Most of our indigenous forest trees are evergreen rather than deciduous, and few have leaves which change colour with the seasons. Even the flowers of indigenous trees plants tend to be small and rather less showy than their international counterparts.
Of course Maori, who lived closely in tune with the seasons in order to anticipate the optimal harvest or hunting times for the animals and plants they relied on for survival. But, for the European immigrants that settled in these islands from two hundred years ago, the landscape would have seemed oppressively green, with little of the seasonal colour that accompanied seasonal changes. In addition, due to the temperate climate, seasonal changes are less marked, and New Zealand is known more for “four seasons in one day“, than four seasons in one year.
I often wonder how environmental perceptions, and indeed, culture, is influenced by the palpability of seasonal change in the landscape. In Japan, for instance, many festivals center on the celebration of nature’s seasonal changes – cherry blossom viewing in spring, and maple-leaf viewing in autumn, for example. But in New Zealand, there are no festivals or celebrations centred on seasonal change (at least that I am aware of). This is understandable, given the nature of our indigenous vegetation and temperate climate, but it strikes me as a pity all the same. When we do observe seasonal change, it is often for pragmatic or economic reasons, associated with agricultural productivity and processes. Nevertheless, I find signs of seasonal change uplifting, communicating directly with one’s spirit rather than one’s intellect. Admittedly, such visible seasonal changes are associated with species of exotic origin – this maple on the estate in which I live, for example. Note how it contrasts against the background of mainly indigenous vegetation.
While this may seem judgmental, to me there seems to be something more sophisticated about a culture that appreciates seasons for their intrinsic (e.g., aesthetic or spiritual) value rather than merely their productive value or pragmatic implications. Ironically if course, in western cultures, nature-worshipping has long been eschewed as pagan and unsophisticated, but I wonder whether quite the opposite is true…