January 2022

                                                          

It's been a hot and dry kinda summer so far, limiting opportunities to do much outdoor work.  Temperatures above 25 degrees are intolerable, especially without shade, accounting for most of the vege garden.  Paid work coming at me from many angles is also reducing potential garden time.  Yep - already rolling out the excuses for uncompleted tasks before even being accused of anything (except by myself).  Honey and fishing have been amazing this month though.

  Gladys has been out and about a few times, whenever we think there won't be too many others around to scoff at our limited boat launching and retrieving skills and our dodgy reversing.  Peter took a weekday off work (unbelievable!!) when there was a good forecast, and we launched from Waikawa for the first time.  The Queen Charlotte Sound put on a glorious show - all sunshine, blue calm waters and native bush.  The fishing wasn't too bad either.  I caught my first shark (aaaw) and we took home kahawai, perch and gurnard for the table.  Peter has been practicing throwing his cast net (Christmas present) on the lawn, where it looks very much like a giant placenta and cord.

 Escape boards went onto 2 out of 3 of my hives and Jane's hive on December 31st, and the boxes were removed the next day.  Jane came to help extract, which was an absolute joy.  Solitary honey extracting really loses its appeal after a couple of hours.  We extracted hers first, then mine, and ended up with around 26 litres of light, floral spring honey - quite different from my usual robust honey.  I've bought some new honey boxes, having thrown a few out that were really munted.  They've been paraffin-treated but should have also been painted.  No time for that though - those bees needed more space.  Painting can happen when they're taken off the hives over winter.  My 3rd hive (pictured), one of Derryn's late swarms which had a few bees scattered over about 4 frames when it was first set up, had multiplied to fill 2 boxes by the end of December.  No spare honey at that point, but I've since added 2 extra honey boxes as I've watched the hive volume grow.  Here's hoping that the main honey season will be as successful as the early harvest.

 The lambs are growing beautifully, though it's still easy to pick out Sunny and Snowy from a distance because of their respective sizes.  Clover is shaping up to be as solid and rugged as her mum.  I'm feeling bad that much of their pasture is thistle-ridden.  That flood brought in heaps of thistle and dock seeds and there are small forests through most of the paddocks.  Peter's desperately trying to fix our crapped-out mower, but without success.  That leaves the dilemma of 'to spray or not to spray', with the debate further complicated by the bees who seem to love thistle flowers.  No decision yet.    

  Many vegetable crops are reaching maturity.  Madame Cholet's cache has been religiously watered every day.  The two beefsteak tomato plants are showing off.  The first 4 I harvested weighed a total of 1.3kg and have been transformed into delish relish.  Several more have been consumed or are ripening on the kitchen windowsill.  There are at least 7 good-sized rock melons that should be ready soon, and the single aubergine plant (that infiltrated the tub of tomato seedlings bought at the Linkwater Plant Sale) is fruiting beautifully, such a gorgeous purply plant.  Peppers and chillis are forming, basil is popping up everywhere, and the ginger and turmeric in the tubs are suspiciously promising.  

  Veges in the beds are also productive.  Greens like cabbage and silver beet are being eaten or going to seed.  Courgettes are go, also providing marrows for next door's pig 'Polly".  Potatoes need digging up in their entirety, not just the few at a time that I've managed so far.  Outdoor tomatoes are blushing, and the corn that wasn't destroyed by rabbits has silky tassels. Most of the garlic has yet to be dug up - so far not too much to brag about.  They're fairly small bulbs and will be a big task to process.  The few elephant garlic that popped up of their own accord are fairly big and will be a delight to process.  Pumpkins are going to be market-stall volume, probably the same for gourds. 

 The fruit has also come to the summer  party.  Plums are now ready and way too many to shake a stick at.  The original plum tree (possibly Omega) that we chopped the main trunk out of has fruited amazingly, with most fruit at reachable height.  The Hawera plum has its usual mammoth volume of fruit, and the Black Doris is also laden.  Sadly the greengages are not so abundant, so those that are there are strictly mine only.  The soft fruit has been absolutely epic - strawberries, blueberries and raspberries ready every 2-3 days, and joined by wild brambles that grow alongside the forestry track.  Grapes are looking impressive too - we're going to peg some brown paper bags over the bunches to deter bird activity (not sure how effective it'll be, but probably no worse than previous attempts with actual netting).  

Newcomer Yacon (gifted by Sam and Molly) is now nearly as tall as me, but I've read it usually grows higher than 2m.  I'm really excited about what the fruit/vegetable (the jury's out) will taste like.  As it's food-candy for the Aztecs, I'm sure it'll be good enough for me.  In the UK, a gardening programme described it as an 'underground pear'.  It's also known as Bolivian Sunroot and Pear of the Earth.  

The forestry have been busy upgrading the track by our  - house and have re-built a bridge over the Ohinemahuta river.  Guessing that means more truck traffic.  This bridge is much bigger than the previous one, so likely more permanent.  We walk Maggie down there most days.  It's only a short walk, but enough for her at the ripe old age of 112 (16).  And now we can play competitive pooh sticks in the river. 

The 'Almond Cow' that was a Christmas present from Lucas and Laura has been put to use.  Almond milk has been successful , but oat milk needs a little more refinement to remove its chalkiness.  There are heaps more recipes to try. It's incredibly simple to use, and handy when you run out of milk and live in the wop-wops.  

Billy had to leave Spain and re-enter to renew his visa, so he took a jaunt to Paris.  He returned to Spain with a a little covid virus.  Enough for symptoms but not too bad.  He's fine now, and plans to au pair for a different family near Barcelona shortly.  Lucas and Laura are still awaiting a golden egg in the form of an MIQ place.  Unless the government opens the border for long enough for them to get back. 

We're just waiting for the spectre of Omicron to take hold.   There are several cases in Motueka and elsewhere in the country, but not here that we know of.  Around 60% of the eligible population have received their booster vaccine and good progress made with 5-12 year olds.   So lots of vaccine work, and lots of clinical midwifery work too.  My Nelson Educator counterpart, Ash, resigned at the end of last year, so lots of education work there until a new person starts.  It's fair to say there's lots of hay to be made while the sun is shining. 

“Believe me my young friend, there is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”    

December 2021

                                           

The silly season is well and truly upon us, though for us it's considerably less silly than other years.  Parcels were done and dusted by early November, and all have arrived safely (Billy was amazed when his turned up).  The tree has been decorated and a few Christmas decorations have been strewn around a bit.  No need to make much of a fuss for just the two of us.  Christmas dinner may not be on Christmas Day and may or may not include a roast turkey or egg and chips.  Chocolates and Haribo Jelly Teddies are on stand-by, ready to be consumed when the time is right.  I'm feeling totally unstressed and relaxed and looking forward to getting into a few good books.

Peter has been out on the good ship Gladys a few times, and even managed to reliably bring fish home.  He's been able to launch and retrieve her on his own (with a little help from a bystander) and found his way back when he got lost.  It's great to see him enthused about this new toy.  No doubt there will be boat trips over the Christmas break, and I'll join him some of the time.

  I've really enjoyed crafting gifts this year.  The gourd planters and bird feeders were all snapped up by happy colleagues, and everyone loved their pregnant torso candle and Christmas Spirit (Mulled Gin) combo.  A night shift handover conversation about gin (obviously) outed some gin lovers and their secrets.  Adornments in the form of dehydrated lemon slices and rosemary are allegedly a lit thing.  Not wishing to be behind the times, I visited our lemon tree and rosemary hedge and got myself into the cool gin drinker rankings.  There was plenty to share.

  I'm reaping the rewards of my efforts to fertilise and protect the soft fruit.  The weather has done much of my watering in the last few weeks, so they've been more consistently hydrated than ever before.  The strawberries are huge and fab, and so are the raspberries.  The blueberry bed, equally productive, has a few new bushes and it has all been mulched, weed matted and netted.  Some of it has stony gravel from Karyn over the weed mat, which should eventually cover it all. Hopefully the reflected warmth will improve the ripening.   It's relatively easy to get in and out of for picking purposes.  Most of the soft fruit doesn't make it into the house, though I did manage to pack a little assortment for Molly on her birthday. 

    There are lots of goings-on in the orchard.  It's shaping up to be a great year for pears (including the perry pear tree which is dripping with fruit), apples and plums, but not for peaches.  The Golden Queen and Blackboy peach trees are looking unhealthy, even though they are fruiting.  The greengage is healthy and fruiting, though not abundantly.  The quince looks to have leaf blight and will need some serious attention.  Hmmm, might need to think about a chemical treatment as it's pretty widespread and I ignored it last year so it's been struggling for a while.  The mulberry tree is absolutely stunning and is covered in unripe fruit.  I strongly suspect that magnificent mulberries have been ripening and been immediately snatched by birds. I'm definitely losing the battle to get there before them.   

Rabbit and/or bird damage has been more than a bit destructive this year.  Particular crops are targeted, and others totally ignored.  Popular are corn, beans, beets and brassicas, which have been totally annihilated when left unprotected.  I'd crafted some mesh 'cages' to go over new plantings and removed them once the plants got established.  This has worked to an extent, but I'm guessing my chewed-up beetroot tops won't crop too well underground.  Ironically these pests haven't touched the carrots (what kind of rabbits are you...?), lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and pumpkins (no sarcastic comments you pumpkin-phobes - you know who you are).  Next year I'm going to have to get my head around better protection, possibly more robust 'cages'.   Some serious rabbit-culling might help.  I do know a man with a gun who occasionally hits the target, but this would probably be the tip of the iceberg.  I suspect that we're the at the epicentre of Bunnyville City.

 

Vibrant flowers continue to nourish my soul.  The dahlias are starting to fill out, and the self-sown cornflowers are popping up in several places.  A shout-out to the beautiful native Marlborough Rock Daisy which is thriving.  The flower garden got a kind of cursory speed-weed of the most visible weeds, and it's looking quite tidy from a distance.  Black Nightshade is starting to appear - a weed that is potentially toxic to cattle - so will have to be dealt with before it makes itself too much at home.

   Garlic is ready to harvest, a task I'll tackle over the Christmas break.  Snow peas, spring onions, lettuce, and cabbage are already on the menu.  Madame Cholet is doing a fab job with rockmelons, chillis, peppers, tomatoes, cucumber, and ginger.  Some remnants of turmeric in one of the half barrels have germinated and are growing beautifully.  Quite amazing as I'd been ignoring that barrel and not watering it until the tell-tale shoots appeared.  Rockmelon foliage is profuse, and I concede that I may have overdone the melon planting and may even have to trim them back.  I've been using the blue mesh drying bag in Madame Cholet to dry a few herbs.  Solly had been hitherto blocked in the carport by Gladys.  A lack of consecutive sunny days meant that it wasn't a priority to release her, but she's out now and the sun is shining.

 Several trees are waiting to be planted in the woodlot.  That's an autumn job, though they still have to be kept alive until then.  Also waiting for their forever home are the many Mexican Orange Blossom cuttings that will go alongside the driveway trees.  It's heart-warming to look out over our property at the trees that we planted that are maturing and productive.  So much life and vibrancy and colour and new habitats.  

 

I was interviewed by the local press about what birth-with-Covid would look like.  The article made the front page - must have been no news that day.  Wairau Maternity are once again the very proud winners of the best decorated ward.  The theme this year was Harry Potter and the creativity was extraordinary - there are some very craftily talented midwives around.  Work generally has been humdrum, though it was a great feeling to get my last workshop of the year out of the way.  I have some more vaccine clinic shifts planned and a couple of maternity night shifts, but otherwise am looking forward to a decent break after Christmas.      

Lucas and Laura are continuing with their plans to return home in February, keeping everything crossed that Omicron doesn't scupper the border opening plans.  A number of items, like this fridge, are turning up in anticipation of their new life chapter.  Sam is still in Auckland - one more week to go.  Billy is getting on with his Spanish adventure.  And our lovely Maggie celebrates her 112th (16th) birthday today.  She's amazing.

Merry Christmas one and all.  Mine's a pint.

November 2021

No disasters this month to report, unless you count the discovery of all the cows together in the same paddock.  We'd been keeping Noddy and the steers separate from the girls to avoid the risk of teenage pregnancy, but it looks like Noddy had other ideas.  That gate took quite a hammering - it must have been him.  Suffice to say that they're separated again, and a note made on the calendar saying 'Love Will Find a Way'.  Really hoping it didn't.

  

The afore-mentioned boat arrived to much excitement.  It's a 4.5m Marco that we've named 'Gladys' after Peter's mum.  She hated her name but we thought it'd be a cool name for a boat, and it's a lovely way to recall happy memories of 'Nana'.  Peter's boss Stefan came out with us on our maiden voyage out of Havelock Marina.  There's so many things to get right with launching, cruising and getting the boat back on the trailer, and we were extremely grateful for his experienced hand.  We feel confident go out on our own next time.  The trip out coincidentally was on Dad's birthday, so I took some flowers from the garden to scatter in the sea.

                       

The spring weather has been its usual mixed bag, though it's getting drier and drier.  Flowers of all colours are abundant.  The forget-me-not were grown from seeds celebrating our sister-in-law Linda's life.  Cheery red Flanders Poppies are popping up everywhere, and the beloved-by-honeybees bottle brush tree is having its first dash. 

  

Beyond the garden, flowers like these stunning white foxgloves and ox-eye daisies, had been lining the dog walk route to the river.  Until the logging company decided to upgrade the track that is.  They used heavy machinery to widen the track, obliterating the flowers alongside and creating huge dust banks.  They also obliterated heaps of brambles, leycesteria and broom, so not all bad.  A bridge is being re-constructed over the river, meaning our peaceful country retreat is likely to be disturbed by logging trucks again. Bugger.

  

The vege garden is looking OK and feeling manageable.  Plastic mesh netting has been bound together to protect new corn and bean plantings, and so far it seems to be working.  Round 2 Aztec corn is back in place and there've been no more seedling massacres.  The garlic is looking healthy, as are the golden cabbages in the same bed.  The step-over apple trees are fruiting away, and producing lots of leafy new branches.  Yummy raspberries and other berries are also growing profusely.  Karyn's bed is hosting carrots that I've sown.  She broke her pinky finger badly a few weeks ago so her plot has been mostly left to its own devices.  I did manage to trim the hedge, but weeding is unlikely to reach the priority list any time soon.  Better heal quick Karyn!

  

Madame Cholet is doing a great job of protecting tomatoes, peppers, rock melons, basil, a cucumber and an assortment of chillis.  More seedlings will join them when they're big enough.  The half barrel has some ginger root that has yet to germinate.

The strawberry and blueberry beds have been protected with bird netting (courtesy of Jane - I couldn't find mine so probably another flood loss).  Three of the raised beds have been planted with buckwheat and amaranth seed, and were originally protected with an assortment of wind and shade cloth.  Rabbit droppings were left on the cloth, so it looks like they may be some of the damage-culprits.  The cloths were removed once the seeds germinated, and metal mesh erected around the beds.  That should at least slow those rabbits down.  If it was quail and blackbird damage after all, then I'm stuffed.

Bees have been really busy, so I was optimistic that the hives would be thriving.  Happily I wasn't disappointed.  The 2 hives in the photo are the original one and the split.  Bee volume is similar in both and the addition of the top honey boxes was timely.  The hive at Jane and Al's is equally impressive, so it's also received a honey box.  Even the new colony that was a swarm from Derryn, is starting to build up its bee numbers.  Really exciting - should be fresh honey by Christmas.

 The gourds were drilled to make various sized holes, cleaned out (thanks Molly), dyed, sprayed with polyurethane, threaded with a leather-thonging strap, filled with potting compost and planted with succulents.  They've been dunked in a bucket of water a couple of times now, and that seems to be the best way of settling the compost and watering the plants.  The Mistletoe Market has been binned so they'll all be gifted.

Plants are taking over indoors as well.  Like many others, I'm starting to feel an irresistible urge to endlessly get my mits on houseplants.  The photo shows progress so far.  Most of the plants are young so optimistically will fill out over summer.  Karyn, Em, her partner Leo, Sam and Molly have also caught the bug, and swaps have happened.  Even Lucas wants to get some house plants when him and Laura get home.  On that note, the NZ government have announced that the borders will re-open to NZ citizens and residents from mid-February, so they booked flights pronto!  Yay, we haven't seen them for 2 years.  

Sam was hoping to have a break over Christmas, but the army have announced that the band will be staffing one of the Auckland MIQs for 3 weeks over the festive season.  Looks like we'll have to have to resort to a family Zoom on the big day after all.  Billy's Christmas parcel is the only one to have not arrived (yet), so fingers crossed the Spanish Post Office sort that out.  

Work continues for me and Peter, complicated of course by Covid.  Health workers and teachers have been mandated to be vaccinated, and a number have been stood down as a result of their unwillingness to do so.  It's a very sad state of affairs, and has added stress and general  weariness to the working environment.  Marlborough, like most of the South Island, has managed to avoid the Covid scourge so far.  Truly, madly deeply I hope that continues.