To get from Wellington to the Wairarapa, you drive over a range of hills called the Rimutakas. It is a steep and windy road carved into the side of the hills. The road has a reputation for being scary (I rather love the twists and turns). It is sometimes closed to snow in winter and also to strong winds at other times of the year. Here is some of that road:
Once you are at the top, you wind down the other side to the far land that you see in the horizon:
The young boy and I both breathed one word when we crested the hill and saw the land spread out beneath us: “Home”.
It is astonishing to depart from a land of hills, shadow, wind and rain, and emerge into an environment that is possibly its exact polar opposite.
The house is still completely dishevelled. The boxes are almost all opened, but new furniture will need to be acquired to make sense of some of the jumble still on the floor. I feel slightly overwhelmed. This is possibly the first time in my adult life that I have a decently-sized house to live in. It is interesting to examine how that makes me feel.
We explored the garden, and to our great glee we found Features of Interest:
The young boy found the coop at the back of the vegetable patch. The previous occupant had left the last four eggs laid! I don’t think they are edible now, but the prospect of being able to keep chickens again is tremendously exciting!!
Some tomato plants were left. They were very wilted and the vegetable bed very weedy. I watered the tomatoes, and pulled out the weeds, and they are now looking slightly healthier:
We found several plum trees!
To more squeaks of happiness, I discovered the raspberry canes:
They also show signs of damage from the dry, and I will spend some time in there trying to put things right before the winter.
There are even olive trees – the Wairarapa is famous for not only good wine, but also olives and olive oil.
There are feijoa bushes (a New Zealand fruit), a peach tree and a very sorry-looking rhubarb plant. Hopefully the rhubarb will come back to life when the rains return. To this I may add apple and avocado trees.
There is an obvious focus on outdoor living in this part of the country…
There is a large wooden deck that runs along the length of the house – half of it is covered, a necessity in this heat and sun! There is also a separate barbeque area and an afternoon deck on the other side of the house (just in case one wants to sit in the sun all day long).
My heart is very full. This is very much the lifestyle to which I aspired when I came back to New Zealand all those years ago. It has taken me a while to find it.
The walks are yet to happen, but I can see some very happy exploration times for the boy and me.
And what of the knitting, you are asking?
The Withywindle socks are coming along. Very slowly. By the time I am done with the unpacking and sorting and running around for the day, and it is cool enough to knit, I have been so tired that I have fallen straight into bed without a stitch to show for it.
One sock is complete. The other was half-done, until I realised I knitted it all wrong and had to rip back to the cuff. When will I learn that I cannot knit when tired?
I am looking forward to organising my workroom/designing space properly (I can have all my yarn, books and designing activities in one place here), and then being able to sit down with a contented sigh, and pick up my needles and knit to my heart’s content.