August 2023

                                                              

Here we are on the eve of our departure, and I'm hammering out the last blog.  Not last minute or anything.  We're pretty much packed and that huge list of pre-departure tasks has been ticked off, along with several other jobs that we didn't know needed to be done.  Farewells have been sobbed and lots of alcohol drunk in the name of celebration.  Life continues in its myriad of forms of course, and we're starting to see the first glimpses of spring.  Lots of fattening buds and weeds, and the bleating of newborn lambs in the valley.  Not ours luckily - we must have got those rams away in good enough time.

          The cattle are all enjoying their winter hay.  Apollo was dispatched and yielded 476kg of meat.  Not quite our record, but definitely up there in terms of size.  Pandora has been re-introduced to the herd and is still not beyond a bit of bullying.  Kratos seems to be mostly holding his ground, and though he's still a bit uncoordinated when he runs, he's gradually improving and definitely keeping up growth-wise with Triton.   

                   

                                                             

There are more flowers to be found on the monthly hunt.  Sunny daffodils are popping up, and the pinky-purple hellebore is looking healthy though it's hidden behind the front-of-house Hebe hedge.  Pretty little red succulent flowers are livening up the half barrel on the deck.  The winner of the most ambitious flower has to go to the pansy that's brightening up Karyn's vege garden hedge.  Amazing that it's managed to push itself up through the dense holly hedge to reach the light.  It's technically a weed but has definitely earned the right to live on.  I believe that even Karyn agrees...!

                                                

On the morning of August 10th, we woke to snow.  It was really actually snowing, and not just in the mountains.  Unfortunately, the snow didn't settle but it certainly left behind a beautiful landscape.  We've only once seen snow down to ground level when we lived in Renwick, and this is a first for our Onamalutu stint - very exciting.  Those Kaikoura ranges were simply gob-smacking.  The wintry scene didn't last for long and didn't cause any problems.  

The new bed along the garage is complete with a couple of ute loads of gravel, and I'm very glad I went to the effort of sorting it out.  It'll be much easier to manage going forward and has opened up a sunny spot that may eventually end up with some seating to catch the morning and evening sun.  In the meantime, it's way tidier.

My final bee colony decided to drag out its inevitable demise (no queen and no young brood) and several worker bees held out despite the hive being dismantled.  They managed to get their own back and stung me twice, both times distracting me by buzzing around my face and then flying up my sleeve.  Can't say I blame them really.  I'd left them plenty of honey when I thought they were going to make it, so had the problem of how to deal with that.  I didn't want to set up the extractor (far too much work) so went back to my original method of fish slice and lasagne dish and lots of sieves.  The resulting honey was put into small jars and gifted to my workmates at my leaving do.

                             

I've had some lovely times catching up with friends and colleagues.  Jo and doggy friend Nelson took me for a walk in Havelock and we ended up at the opposite side of the marina from the launching ramp.  It was cool to see something so familiar from an entirely different angle.  My work leaving do was a gin-tasting followed by a meal at the Vines Village.  It was a fab event (from what I can remember) and I was totally spoilt with food, booze, and gifts.  Tarn's husband Tony transported me there and back, so no need for any kind of good behaviour.  I was also taken out to lunch by Nelson colleagues Ash, Debbie, Erin, and Jodie.  We went to Raupo for a good reminisce and a fine meal.

                                     

Peter's special birthday gift was a flight on an Avro Anson plane.  There's only one that's fully restored and flight-worthy in the world, and it happens to be in Omaka.  We had several aborted attempts that were thwarted by the weather, but eventually, the stars collided, and off he flew.  Sam and Molly came down for the weekend, and we all had a tour of the hangars courtesy of Deane before the flight.  Peter's dad did his flight training in Avro Ansons, so it was a perfect gift.  Molly brought her 12 litre still with her, some ethanol, and an assortment of botanicals.  My birthday present was making my own gin using chosen ingredients.  Such a cool birthday idea!  As it was also Sam's birthday, we cooked a special 'turd' dinner from mince.  We used to make Sam a turd 'Lolly Cake' for his birthday when he was younger, so this seemed very apt, despite the look on his face.

Lucas and Laura, and Woody and Charlie, are settling into Christchurch.  Laura's sister and boyfriend will be joining them in September.  Billy returned home from Australia, fed up with running down his funds whilst waiting for work.  He signed a contract with a vineyard contractor the day after he got home, and started work 2 days later.  He's been putting in the hours since, and though he's physically tired, he seems to be enjoying himself.  

Peter retired on Friday 18th August and was taken out by his workmates for a meal.  Suffice to say, he's not fed up with retired life yet.  My last working day here was my birthday, and I'll start work in Port Hedland in early October.

I have no idea if I'm ready to leave this slice of paradise and see what else the world has to offer, but I'm gonna give it a crack.  I don't know if I'll continue the blog as a kind of diary - guess it depends on how interesting (or not) my life becomes.  Living on the land, planting, gardening, farming, beekeeping, processing, self-sustainability, and everything else has been an incredible privilege and joy that has enhanced our lives and sense of well-being in so many ways.  If our life path changes, then wherever we end up and whatever we do hereafter will be following a very hard act.  

Au revoir Ōhinemahuta /Onamalutu.  We're looking forward to seeing your beauty again. 

 

July 2023

Wintering down has been happening, despite the winter curve balls of shorter days with some dodgy weather.  Can't complain though.  Europe is experiencing a massive heat wave and we're finally having a run of sunny fresh blue-sky days after lots of wet wet wet.  I'm trying to enjoy the chilly mornings, log fire evenings and long soaks in a hot bath as these'll be a dim and distant memory soon enough.  

                                                     

On the livestock front, we're still awaiting the departure of Apollo, who's life in Onamalutu has been extended by many weeks because of butchery short staffing.  Triton is continuing to thrive, and even Kratos is improving.  He's certainly growing and is lively enough, and struggles with his front legs when getting up off the ground seem to be easing.  Luckily he didn't join Nike and Triton when they had an adventure in the wetland.  He may never have made it out of that boggy ground, though I believe he missed out on a good time.

The bees have made their own decision about what's ahead.  The one remaining colony, which had been very vibrant and verging on aggression, was destined to be transported off the property to be looked after in my absence.  Sadly, it hasn't survived the winter, and at a recent check it was gutting to see a relatively low number of small bees huddling around a few frames.  It was queenless and with no young brood, so won't be going anywhere.  That's one less thing to worry about while I'm away, but I would have much rather have kept both the bee colony and the worry.  Fellow beekeepers Derryn and Jane have both lost their colonies this year too.  

                                                            

My monthly flower hunt has unearthed some more gems in the depth of winter.  The single pink hollyhock flower is perhaps a little seasonally-confused, but the weedy but nonetheless beautiful white achillea umbels don't seem to mind the chill, or any other weather for that matter.  The pinky viburnum and the delicate white wintersweet blooms are in the newish driveway bed that was planted during the shed project.  Alongside the colourful reddy foliage of the native horopito, they're a lovely welcome to the property.

  

The flower gardens around the house are sporting their winter blanket of lucerne hay, and very tidy they look too.  Won't be long before the spring weeds make an appearance so I'll enjoy the sense of order while I can.  Just the final touches to the newly turned over former herb garden to do and everything around the house can be ticked off.  I decided on the grassy plants Lomandra Lime Tuff (approved by Charlie), and they are planted and secured in a weed-matted bed.  Those final touches include shifting numerous rocks, and ordering, collecting and spreading new gravel to fill in the gap.  Not a quick job but hopefully one that will save lots of weeding time in the long run.

  

The vege garden looks stark and formal.  Most of the beds are now covered in weed mat weighed down with rocks, including the central circular paths.  The asparagus zone has been nourished with sheep poo and covered with straw, and the raspberry beds are awaiting the same treatment.  I'll do a final weed spray and hedge trim before we leave.  Madam Cholet is fully weed-free and straw covered.  On my list is to repair the gaping hole in her roof, but that's been there years and never reached the priority position because it's a two person gnarly task.  

 

The weedy grasses around the woodlot trees have been strimmed.  Most of the trees are surviving, though many aren't yet thriving.  I'm putting that down to the horse arena hardcore they're planted into, assuming that those whose roots have breached the rocky substrate are able to get on with the task of growing rather than simply surviving.  They look healthy enough though, just stunted.  In the pictures are a healthy enough pine nut and kowhai.

                                                    

The citrus trees are fruiting - not ripe enough to eat yet, but plenty to share.  They had a severe short back and sides too, so it's great to see heaps of fruit remaining.  I've pruned them so they're more like trees than bushes so you can see their main trunk.  Guessing that'll be a long-term mission.  It's way easier to mow the lawn when their branches aren't draped all over it.

Peter and I decided to do a bit of training for our forthcoming Coast to Coast walk and headed to the Pelorus river.  We did what felt like a vertical walk up to the Trig K lookout and were rewarded with stunning views of the Pelorus valley.  Happily not a blister between us, so that's training and wearing-in of boots in one trip.  I think that's how it works.  We're relying on picking up some fitness on the walk itself.  Probably not the best strategy, but there it is. 

I'm still waiting formal news of a new job (feels like I've been saying that for a long time) but not really too worried.  We're fairly pre-occupied with getting the house and land sorted out for our house-sitter - definitely not a kind of lock-up-and-leave property.  Most of the tasks would have been worthwhile whatever our future plans, so there's no sense of wasted time.  We are starting to get to the end of lists, and I'm hoping to be able to do more shifts before leaving the country if time allows.  We've started saying our goodbyes to friends and colleagues whose paths we may not otherwise cross.  It sounds like we won't be short of visitors when we get to Australia, which is heart-warming.  

Roll on the next chapter of our lifestyle sentence-free lives 💚 

 

June 2023

                                                                            Winter has definitely arrived, with its frosty mornings and blue skies interspersed with days of rain.  It takes hours for the morning mist to evaporate on frosty mornings, and the ground frost can persist longer in shady zones.  Hard to believe it's the shortest day already.  

          

The herb garden along the garage is nearly clear and I have long-term plans to get rid of it altogether and widen the path, possibly planting an agapanthus hedge or something that won't need much care.  A new home can easily be found for the current herbs.  The wisteria and Granny Smith Apple tree are sporting serious haircuts, and the scented jasmine by the sleepout door is tamed. The flower garden beds have died back enough to clear out the dead stems and seed heads.  Roses have been pruned, this time by me.  I've cut them back so hard that even Karyn didn't criticise (much).  Limbs from trees of all sizes have been neatly sawn off with my trusty Stihl pruning saw, including the copper beech that is growing fast despite its proximity to the large tulip tree.  All the garden zones around the house are now ready to receive their winter blanket of lucerne straw.  That's not a quick job alas.  

                                                        

Though it's mid-winter, there are some colourful gems to be found among the dead or dying foliage.  White winter hellebore flowers are hiding behind brown stumps, and there is even a single white NZ iris flower braving the cold, alongside a couple of pink Sweet Williams.  The succulent houseleeks are also sporting one pink bloom.  More added colour comes from the bright red pyracantha berries that the birds are eating their way through.       

                

The vege garden is clear except for the carrot/beetroot crops.  I've done the dastardly weed spray deed and am just waiting for the remaining hardy weeds to die off before applying the weed mat and carpet.  That's an even bigger job than the straw application and will necessitate a trip or two to a local carpet store to raid unwanted offcuts from their bins. The raised beds in the horse arena are also cleared and the whole area looks pretty empty and barren, a far cry from its usual level of abundant growth.  The fruit trees in there are all savagely pruned, including reducing the height of some of the bigger ones - the entrance pears, crab apple, fig (again) and peachcot.  The step-over espaliered apples have never been pruned so starkly - I'm keeping my fingers crossed it's cure not kill.  Karyn has been gifted the 'pleasure' of pruning the feijoa tree now that it's finished fruiting.  Let's hope she leaves something behind,

 The orchard too has received its 'big prune'.  Karyn came to help and was given free rein to remove any branch that offended her in some way.  Peter helped out with his chain saw on the bigger branches, and our pruning saws did the rest.  Heaps of wood was removed and has now been cleared onto a big bonfire pile that is awaiting some dry weather.  Branches big enough for firewood were chopped up and have been stacked.  A sample of each of those branches was labeled and put aside so we can see how the wood ages and what crafts they can potentially be used for.  Mostly this wood is a beautiful orange colour, with the exception of the mulberry (centre of pic).   

The bee colony is still going strong and has been properly wintered down.  The plan is to take this hive to Jane's place so that she can look after it with her hive and not have to travel here.  Her place is just over 1km away - not ideal but still the best option.  We're hoping that shifting it in the middle of winter will mean that there won't be many foraging bees to get disorientated.

                 

The cows and sheep are tolerating the winter weather without enthusiasm, especially when it's wet.  They get daily (or twice daily for Nike, Kratos, and Triton) hay, and there's still grass to graze.  The ewes tend to stay together as a flock, except occasionally the 2 black ones separate and do their own thing.  Kratos is the same - dodgy legs getting up but when he's up he can even run when he wants to.  He still feeds from his mum and seems to be growing OK.  Triton manages to get a feed from Nike too, though always from behind. 

                 

Billy is settling in Perth, yet to be gainfully employed but probably not far away.  Sam and Molly came up for a weekend for Sam to rehearse with the local Marlborough District Brass Band.  He'll be back again in a couple more weeks.  He's recently been touring the north of the South Island and will be heading to Switzerland for their Tattoo in July.  Laura has moved to Christchurch with the aim of getting an office job rather than working from home.  Lucas has recently started a new job with an Auckland employer which should mean he'll be able to just work from home doing ordinary hours rather than the extended hours he did as a contractor.  Peter is counting off the days until retirement in August.  A friend of Billy's, Josh, will move into the house while we're away, bringing his own livestock (miniature cattle).  Hopefully, this house-sitting arrangement will work well for us all.  I'm still working on securing an Australia job, should be sorted soon though.  I've been invited to present at the GOLD Midwifery online conference in 2024, so preparation for that will have to be shoe-horned in somehow.

Crap-clearing and general maintenance of the house are in full flow.  Lots of stuff, even books, have gone to re-cycling places, and some have been binned.  Long-standing quirks with the house are being addressed, especially those related to lighting and security that we have been ignoring for years.  Karyn has found a temporary home for the (too many) houseplants in a Pilates studio in town.  It feels like plans for our Australian adventure are coming together and it's starting to feel exciting.  Our prior UK holiday plans are also shaping up too, with most of the complex things like accommodation bookings already pre-booked.  Adventure here we come!  It remains to be seen whether we'll be desperate to return to this lifestyle block life or pursue other life paths.  I can't see us as City Slickers, but maybe we'll be ready to embrace some kind of change.  Meanwhile we'll continue to put up with living in paradise. 

May 2023

 Lots has been happening in the last 2 months, very little of it related to lifestyle blocking.  Nick's worsening health in the UK meant that I made a decision to return to ole Blighty to spend some time with him.  I flew out at Easter and stayed for the rest of April.  Mostly I stayed with mum and Nick, with a brief break in Yorkshire.  April's blog was duly abandoned.

                                                       

York was its usual beautiful self, daffodils on the city wall banks just passing their peak.  Spring bluebells were just coming on.  The train station held happy memories of my first date with Peter, and the Minster was resplendent in the morning sun.  I enjoyed long walks with Dennis, Hag's delightful collie/lab puppy, and of course, the usual volume of alcohol (lots).  

 When I returned home in early May, autumn had well and truly arrived.  Short days, glorious autumn colour everywhere and heaps of leaves to sweep up.  Stunning sunrises, rays of sunshine breaking through low, misty clouds, and ethereal colours in evening skies.  There's certainly lots to love about a kiwi autumn.

Some tidying of the vege garden has been happening.  Many of those autumn leaves have been swept up and placed where they'll add structure to soils. Heaps more yet to drop, so hoping that my back is up to the remaining leaf-fall sweeping.  The raised beds in the horse arena are tidied and prepped, ready to be covered in weed mats and carpet.  The feijoa trees have been harvested and severely pruned.  The blueberry bushes have also been cut back, as have the whitecurrants.  Hedges are trimmed and remnant weeds are removed.  I'll probably make myself do a final weed spray before everything is covered.  The olive trees need another good prune - that'll happen when we do the Big Orchard Prune next month.

I'm also getting there with the main vege beds.  All the low hedges are trimmed and the smaller trees are cut back.  There are carrots to harvest, and some weeding left, but the lion's share of the tidying is done (at least I hope so).  Blanketing with weed mat and carpet will be quite a monumental task, but hopefully satisfying.  And when it's done, it's done.  Left to rest with its microbes until spring 2024.  Eeek!

The orchard has yet to be future-proofed.  I'm waiting for the last of the fruit - the persimmons - to be harvested.  They're just ripening now and are such a treat.  It's the best persimmon crop by far and not yet completely decimated by persimmon-loving possums and birds.  They've made a start, but maybe they've found alternative sources this year.  We'll do the Big Prune and let the ewes in to keep the pasture down.  Sam wants fruit wood for the new love of his life - his kettle barbecue - so we'll chop and label some chunks from the pruning.  

Apollo is next on the home-kill list, and that's likely to happen soon.  He's pretty huge and has developed a bit of a bullish stance and attitude (though I'm sure he's still that lovely, loopy, little boy inside).  Nike and the calves have been separated from Apollo and Pandora.  Nike is still being an amazing mum to son Kratos and 'nephew' Triton (pictured, son of Pandora).  They both still feed from her, despite their relative sizes.  Triton is now bigger than Kratos, who has continued to suffer from some kind of neurological problem.  He really struggles to stand up.  It's awful to watch him staggering, but once he does get up he can move around OK and graze.  We've talked to vets and he's had antibiotics and painkillers, none of which have made any difference.  The plan is to watch and wait.  As long as he carries on feeding and grazing, and his condition doesn't worsen, then there's no hurry to make any life-limiting decisions.  His father earned his moniker 'Noddy' because he had a kind of neurological disorder.  Kratos's is different but maybe there's a hereditary theme.  Hopefully, Kratos will grow out of it like his dad did.  

Peter and me managed to find a good weather day to take a winery tour by tandem.  Once we had mastered the tandem - no mean feat - we had a good old cycle along the Wairau River stock bank, where we used to walk Maggie many moons ago.  We called at 3 wineries for tasting and snacking and returned the tandem without accident or incident.  

Sam visited Blenheim with the Army Band and we really enjoyed their fantastic concert.  Jodie and son Ariel joined us, and we bumped into a few old friends there.  We had brunch with Sam the next day, and the band stayed on another day for a concert at the Boys' College.  Sam will be back a couple of times to play with the Marlborough District Brass Band in the next few weeks, hopefully with Molly and Lexie.

Billy meanwhile, is in Perth.  He left NZ early in May and has been sorting out accommodation before he actively seeks work.  He needs to get his documents in order before he's eligible for work, and that's been frustrating and lengthier than he'd imagined.  Hopefully there'll be news soon.  At least he has much warmer and sunnier weather than here.

Sadly, Nick passed away a couple of weeks after I returned home.  His oesophageal cancer had spread to other places including his liver, brain, and lymph nodes.  He died peacefully at home, as he'd wanted.  Final arrangements are in hand.  Part of my farewell message to him included some lines from Robbie Burns' poem 'Epitaph on my own Friend'.

“Few hearts like his, with virtue warm’d

Few heads with knowledge so inform’d”

Rest in Peace Nick.  You have been a much-loved and respected part of our family 💜