Townie on a NZ smallholding

Townie on a NZ smallholding

Sunday 27 December 2020

December 2020

No doubt much like most of the world, Christmas Day was a quiet affair.  Lucas and Laura and Sam and Molly were here last Christmas, and Billy was away.  This year it was the opposite,  just the 3 of us at home.  Covid prevented Lucas and Laura from traveling over from Seoul, and equally us going to them.  Sam and Molly had to stay at Burnham because of their work commitments, and we couldn’t go there because of mine (night shifts ).  Christmas Eve was quite lively though.  Karyn, Deane, Em and Greg came for dinner and games, and obviously that included Egg Roulette and a water-fight.  Karyn, who had tried her darnedest to get out of any messiness altogether, somehow miraculously managed to avoid being egged, though like everyone else she was splattered by the egg shrapnel and soaked.

          

Spring rolled into summer and we’ve already had the longest day.  The hay has been cut, baled and put into storage – all 233 bales of it.  Phew.  Much of the donkeywork was done by Peter and Billy this year, as I was working more night shifts.  We managed to get it all in just before it could be spoiled by heavy rain.  The land and weeds are loving all this rain much more than us and the animals, and there’s plenty more on the forecast horizon.

There are still a few vege seedlings to be planted out, though most of the planting is done.  There should be time for another round of planting to replace what hasn’t come through.  Bloomin carrots – nearly totally a no-show this year (surely not my mismanagement?? What?).  The first batch of lettuce and aubergine seedlings were very much appreciated by the slugs, so have been re-sown.  They should be ready for the big wide world in the next few days.  Meanwhile the spinach has peaked and what’s left is going to seed, and the broccoli, kale and silver beet will be feeding us very soon.

The peastraw in the fallowed beds is producing a phenomenal crop of peas. A much better crop than the actual pea crop I sowed elsewhere.  Roll on that peapod wine!  The grain beds are also getting on beautifully, despite rabbit/quail damage.  The buckwheat seeds were scattered randomly and have all germinated, clearly demonstrating just how hopeless I am at random scattering.  The amaranth was sown in trays and transplanted individually, and most have survived.  They’ll be a beautiful crop when they mature. The Aztec corn bed is now fully planted between plastic mesh, which seems to have kept it safe from whatever was digging it up previously.  My own Aztec seed germination rate was poor, but Karyn managed to magically grow heaps at her place.  There were way more than I could squeeze into the raised bed, and I couldn’t bear to get rid of any (each one deserves a chance to live long and prosper...), so I was obliged to open up one of the fallowing beds.  Obliged.  Yep, way more corn than you can shake a stick at.  I can hear you Karyn, but you were the one who grew too many.     Flowers and blossom continue to be profuse, and this now includes stunning water lilies.  One of the succulents that Derryn gifted is also prettily flowering outside the Womb.   The blue and white flower selection in the trough, also a present from Derryn, is looking serenely gorgeous, and I finally got round to creating a Kokedama. It's a bit of an odd shape, but I quite like it like that. 

The feijoas in the vege garden are abundantly blossoming up, such magnificent flowers that are promising a million more feijoa fruit than can possibly be converted into wine.  The orchard trees are done with their flowering and are now fattening up their fruits.  Happily it looks like there’ll be plenty of greengages this season.  Despite my limited observation in last month’s blog, the Perry pear tree has actually fruited this season - just one single pear.  It’s a start at least. 

My old mate Blackie the blackbird and his missus have successfully reared 2 youngsters.  They nested in the escallonia hedge so we were able to keep an eye on their progress.  Now that they've fledged, we're lucky enough to still see them darting around in the garden, under the careful watch of their mother.  

The problem of too many lemons was resolved by the discovery of a limoncello recipe.  Not only is it totally delicious and uses up heaps of lemons, it's also quick to make - only 4 days from whoa to go.  The lemons were roughly zested then squeezed, and the empty shells have spent a few days drying out in Solly.  They'll eventually be stuffed with wood shavings and wax before being used as firelighters. 

 

Shona and me finally got round to a candle-making session using the beeswax from my hives, and some of Derryn's that I'd solar-filtered.  Shona's an expert in soy wax candle making, and enjoyed the challenge of working out how best to make the most of the different qualities of beeswax. Using silicone moulds was definitely the way to go as the beeswax shrinks slightly as it solidifies and that makes it easy to pop out of its mould.  We had a ball that day, and are very keen to do more candle-making.  Several new silicon moulds have been ordered, and I've sourced bigger volumes of beeswax from some beekeeper contacts.     

Peter and Billy's Christmas work do was a day trip out to Lochmara in the Sounds.  The weather was a bit miserable but that didn't spoil anything.  We had a meal, drinks, and a wander around, wearing our Secret Santa hats.  Billy ended up with a pink cowboy hat that quite suited him, and he impressively managed to keep it on whilst paddle-boarding.

The kitchen is still on hold, awaiting its transformation when the new flooring arrives.  It's not pretty but is still completely functional, though who knows what will happen when Peter starts seriously playing with his Reciprocating Saw Christmas present.  He's built a perfect butler sink stand out of the leftover wood from the Womb.  The Tongue & Groove for the walls and the new pantry door have arrived and will need treating before we think about fitting them.  There should be time in the next couple of weeks.

We're having a few friends round for New Year's Eve, so I probably ought to unchain myself from the computer and re-chain to the kitchen sink and get round to some domesticity.  Those garden beds around the house won't weed themselves either, though they do look vibrant and happy from a distance and with dodgy eyesight.  

Here's hoping that 2021 becomes a post-Covid year for the world... 














Wednesday 25 November 2020

November 2020


   
November has followed suit weather-wise with October, except that there's been heaps more rain.  The farmers are mostly delighted, and we'll likely cut hay much sooner than previously.  Spring is in full flow - lime greens and vivid colours everywhere.  Bees are buzzing, tui are feeding, fruits are swelling and rabbits are devastating my vege plantings.
                                                             
The most exciting event of the month was the surprise arrival of our first lamb.  I'd been checking my last year's blog to find out when lambing last happened.  It was in October 2019 so I resigned myself to being lambless in 2020.  The very next day, Marie, gave birth to her little ram lamb.  His name is Saul - in-keeping with the Breaking Bad theme - and he's healthy and delightful.  I'm holding out a small ray of hope that he'll have some play-mates.  His mum keeps him close by, and his grandma is very challenging when you get within shouting distance, so he's not a pet lamb in any way.  The calves are growing too, but not too old yet to come over for some attention in the form of sucking your fingers, especially Pandora.
 
The peas that sprouted from the pea straw in the herb garden have been picked and eaten, and their pods are waiting in the freezer to be converted into pea pod wine.  There aren't enough yet, and I was considering buying some until I noticed that the new pea straw in the fallow vege gardens is sprouting away its own crop.  Just a little patience and I'll be able to use all homegrown ingredients, assuming that I remember and don't discover the bag of frozen peapods in the bottom of the freezer in 2025. 
Madame Cholet has been planted up with several pepper plants and some rock melons grown from seed.  The basil seeds had a magnificent strike and several have been gifted to work colleagues.  The rest are dotted around, inside and out.  The turmeric has started to sprout, but no sign of the ginger.  I'm suspicious that the ginger roots have died off, though they did look alive in very early spring.  The grain seeds eventually arrived and are now germinating nicely - amaranth, buckwheat and quinoa (black, red & white).  
                                    
The corn germination has been pretty poor, so I've sown more of my own Aztec seeds from last year.  Those that had germinated are planted out.  After being completely dug up 3 times, presumably by rabbits or birds, they're now protected by ground-level mesh that seems to have done the trick.  The acorn germination has been spectacular, and so there's the problem of what to do with 16 healthy young oaks.  The only acorns that didn't germinate were our competition ones, planted in a large terracotta trough on the deck.  Maybe it was too dry for them.  The acorns that were randomly buried anywhere were the most successful.  Of course.  
  
The flower garden continues to nourish my soul and create a haven for bee activity.  The old favourites - forget-me-nots, red poppies, rhododendrons, nigella, paeonies and asters - are in full, delightful, sprawling, vibrant bloom.  The wisteria flowered beautifully and the scent was heavenly, but alas the trailing blossoms didn't last long.  Karyn's vege garden is more of a flower garden now, with foxgloves taller than me.  She does have some veges in there too though, and I have been nicking her broccoli, so probably should be careful what I say...

 
The 2 rams were unceremoniously relegated to the orchard when the lamb was born.  They've been doing some ring-barking of the trees but nothing too damaging.  Happily the greengages are fattening up, and our opportunities for damson gin are looking promising.  The other plums are productive, not surprising in this region renowned for its stone-fruit.  Apples and pears are looking great too.  Even my newest cider apple tree (Slack Ma Girdle) has several clusters of fruitlets.  The perry pear is taking its own sweet time to decide which year to start fruiting. I'm resigned to waiting a while for its final decision.
Meanwhile, the house continues to be gradually torn apart.  The kitchen and hallway are now missing most of the vinyl floor tiles (yes, a pain-staking process) and some of the kitchen cupboards/benches have been removed (using screwdriver, sledgehammer and saw).  I'm quietly enjoying this destructive phase, and so is Billy, especially the grunty stuff.  Peter has burned the old units in a couple of big fires, along with several of the remaining old bathroom fittings that had been cluttering up the carport.  A new free-standing island and bench are tentatively in place, a gorgeous butler sink is awaiting its stand, and a dishwasher (yes, finally!), washing machine and cooker are stored in the garage.  We can't do much more until we get a date for the floor to be fitted, optimistically mid-January, but we'll almost certainly have to be patient with Covid delays.
 
Derryn and me have jointly bought an electric honey extractor, and we had a lovely afternoon in the fine company of Jo and Caroline, extracting some of her very early honey.  There isn't a word for the OMG sweet deliciousness of newly harvested honey, but it was absolutely amazing and absolutely required washing down with beer.  No fingers were lost in the extracting of that honey, so Health & Safety must have been adequate.  I'm hoping to have a couple of full honey boxes of my own when I next look.  

The womb is a heart-warming zone in which to relax and fish-watch, and a reminder that I really must get my A into G and get on with my formal hypnotherapy diploma. My tendency to creatively avoid getting my head into the portfolio is quite extreme, and it'll probably take a decent deadline to push me into action.  Hmm, maybe I need a bit of hypnotherapy to address my block...
Christmas plans are slowly unfurling, and I'm relieved it'll be a quiet and relaxing old Christmas this year.  A bit more Marlborough sunshine would be great, pretty please.








Sunday 1 November 2020

Womb With a View 2020

These photos chronicle the construction of our TradeTested 'Susanna' studio, fondly known as 'the Womb'.

 


                                


 


                             


  


                         


  


                        


And finally, the interior, including a storm in Peter's fish tank: