Golly where does the time go? Last Tuesday vanished somehow after receiving a call from my my late father's younger brother. Uncle N and Aunty B live in Aus but are visiting NZ to catch up with family. Passing through Havelock on their way to Nelson, they hoped to catch us en route.
I'd not seen N since Dad died 14 years ago - I could however recognize a family member from the other end of town... walks like my grandfather, looks like my grandmother... Lovely to see them and share a meal in a local eatery.
Wednesday was a day of heavy rain (we got 88mm - about 3.5 inches) which we only partly escaped by going over to Nelson where I had an interview to be 'apprenticed' as a Pilates teacher. The course starts next February and I will be on it.
Thursday was also a day of rain but we charged into Blenheim to pick up some of the materials for building a potting shed. I have dug all the holes for piles and we got those cemented in over the weekend.
Friday however was a blip in shed building as I got to address the glazing part of the pottery taster course I'd lucked into here with a fabulous teacher. I'm falling in love with clay. It is so fun to work with, so 'not entirely predictable' in its results. My cheese platter curled. Not what I'd envisaged but the teacher is talking two firings of glaze to get some lustre on a small crack in the curl I'd made for a handle on it - a bit like Japanese way of making a feature of an imperfection.
Since Friday we have got the shed subfloor built, had a visit of two days from a nephew, his fiancée, and her Mum (who lives in Spandau and is on her first visit to NZ), and planted out 48 pumpkin plants grown from saved seed (in addition about 2 dozen already established and spreading their green-ness across our cleared land). ..might have overdone the pumpkins🤔 Oh well, I will have a koha* resource.
Scully seems to have been on holiday for a week. I should be howling. When I'm away she sits at the caravan and wails. Our return is greeted by prolonged energetic excitement, wriggling, tap-dancing, face licking (attempts) and rolling over for tummy rubs. When I told Mr B I would have to greet her return with excited wiggling and rolling on my back he wanted to know if I was going to lick her face.
Hmmmm...
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| Corn is coming on |
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| ends at our place...still haven't found the gold |
Oh and we had our first meal of our own new spuds yesterday.
*koha - gift or donation
Enjoy those new potatoes 🥔 😋.
ReplyDeleteExciting times - how lovely to see family after such a long gap.
ReplyDeleteI bet Scully has been missing you too.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteOoooh fresh from the earth spuds... yummoo!!! I was just thinking yesterday that you'd been abit MIA in blogging terms - bit also knew it meant you were being busy and productive - and, it sees, social! Fab. Life as it needs to be, settling into place. Hope Scully isn't absent for too long... YAM xx
Definitely a week full of good things!
ReplyDeleteLife continues at (frenetic) pace in your neighbourhood. How lovely to have visitors, too.
ReplyDeleteSounds like life has been busy! Visits, pilates, adventures in clay...and gardening looks like a wonderful Spring/Summer is in store for you, enjoy!
ReplyDeleteI wonder you have time for visitors. You have an extremely busy and interesting life.
ReplyDeleteYou must feel so satisfied, eating your own potatoes, making your own kitchen ware, watching the garden grow and building your home.
I love reading about it all. You're awesome spit spit spit
no potato taste as good as fresh out of the ground. new potatoes is what daddy called them, and he used to dig some of them up when they were small because they taste so much better. we ate the babies of the potatoes he planted. he would keep a bin of them and let them go to seed to be planted the next year. not everyone realized they can make babies. ha ha
ReplyDeletewe always had corn, too but never grew pumpkins. Squash, and every green he could think of,
I wish I could see Scully when you lick his face. hahahahah
good to hear from you.
You can never have too many pumpkins I say.
ReplyDeleteYou might be able to barter some and maybe even have a small stall to sell a few.
The money could go back to more seeds!
Life just keeps on rolling by for you (or on their back as Scully likes). Enjoy it while you can
ReplyDeleteLittle new potatoes with their ‘flaky rub off’ skins like the ones we had in UK just aren’t to be found over here. Even those sold (as new) at Farmers Markets aren’t the same.
Has Mr B bought a boat yet?