I finally found one thing that’s reasonably priced here, and it makes me HAPPY. Plants!
I stopped at Oderings Nursery with Milo this morning on my way to pick up a Trademe auction bookcase (of the cheap chipboard variety). The nursery stop was first so I could buy a cup of coffee there (they have a really neat cafe with plants growing on the walls) and get some cash back to pay for the bookshelf. Remember that cash-back trick you can do with a debit card in the states, but almost no one uses debit cards? They’re much more common here. I bought an overpriced cup of coffee, but it was apparently too early in the morning to have cash in the box to give me $10 back (yeah, whatever). That was Disappointing. But walking back into the greenhouses fixed the whole mood. They had primulas galore, and ranunculus, my favorites. They always remind me of lollypops and munchkins dancing. And we got the pleasant surprise that plants cost about the same here as they do in the states. We got a few, now we’ll need to get creative about how to house them….but we can do that.

Sharing is easy when there are too slides! The playground is providing all kinds of practice at taking turns and using good manners for both kids. The little girl is Maggie, youngest daughter of Jennifer and Eric, Americans from Phoenix who live around the corner from us in Halswell. Jeremiah and Eric work in the same building, and the very first weekend we were at the new house they invited us over for a hot soup dinner (it’s winter here, remember). You’d think that here in a new country we’d be all about meeting Kiwis, but actually it’s really great to have American friends. It’s funny how comforting it is to complain about the high prices and crumby housing with someone who understands…..but we also do some constructive appreciation of good Kiwi things. Hum, let me think….. I’ll get back to you on the good things once I make a list.

Last weekend we went to Kaikoura, a small town on that peninsula that juts out into the pacific ocean. It seems a little funny to have such a tidy looking landscape of verdant fields and trimmed hedgerows next to the tall craggy mountains. Loads of farms, thousands of kilometers of fencing, zillions of sheep and millions of cows….but very few barns and even fewer grain crops. All the milk and the meat is grass fed by default.

We stayed in a hostel in Kaikoura. Nothing fancy, but it’s fun to hear where other people are from, chit-chatting in the living room after dinner, hovering around the wood stove (called a “log burner” here).

In the background are limestone bluffs, ancient sedimentary rocks formed under oceans that are getting pushed up by hard-to-fathom plate tectonics. We walked around the whole peninsula, picking up shells and chasing seagulls (Milo).

No, he’s not barking, he’s just yawning. Seals lounge around on the rocks like gigantic slugs. I really wanted to poke them to see if they felt firm or soft and to find out if they would move….but I’m a mom now, need to set a good example. And besides, all the posted signs said “No touching seals.”

I’m coming back here in the summer when the water is warmer, to wade in the tide pools and feel the dozens of different species of slimy seaweed. Jeremiah wants to come back to, with a wet suit and snorkel, to hunt for paua and lobster (called crayfish here).

The hills look haphazardly terraced from a distance, but it’s the animal paths that we’re seeing. The sheep and cattle walk across the face of the slopes instead of straight up and down, so their paths make ribbons on the grassy hills. Smart ruminants. Pastures cover the whole peninsula, right up to the bluffs.

That’s a pretty distinct snow line on these mountains, eh? They’re around 3000m high. I like seeing the shapes of the mountains in all the places we’ve just been (Hawaii, Alaska, Adirondacks, NZ), and thinking about the ancient geological history that made the bedrock that erodes in such drippy droopy patterns.

It’s strange to think how much humans have altered the landscape, then to realize that other grazing animals like sheep and cattle drastically change the earth’s surface too. I guess that’s just part of life on earth. Hard to figure out the idea of conservation, while at the same time we (or our animals) are using almost every square inch. But if humans aren’t using it, other animals are using it and changing it too. Maybe that’s all part of the cycle. Give it some time, the ocean will rise, and all this human impact on the land will be swallowed up.

Someday Milo will be embarrassed that he was sucking on his chewy, but it was easier than listening to his whining while he tried to fall asleep. He doesn’t seem to notice the views, even impressive ones like this, looking down from Mt Fyffe into the valley near Kaikoura.

Baby and Daddy, and they even match. Aw! There was a grassy clearing near the DOC hut on Mt Fyffe that Milo enjoyed.

These are the small mountains, around 2500 meters….the ones in the center of the island bump up another 1000 meters. They’re still growing at a fast (geologically speaking) pace of 1 cm/year. It’s strange to think of instruments being sensitive enough to measure that growth, because at the surface all I can see is erosion.

Yowzers, this is a fern! Susannah my friend and colleague at CCE picked out a NZ plant book and gave it to me before we left. She was so excited, flipping through the pages and pointing to exotic specimens. “They even have ferns the size of trees!” she gushed. She was right. Jeremiah wanted to cut it down to see what the inside looked like.

This looks to be the native “bush” that once clothed these mountains. The trees are rather like overgrown rhododendrons in size, and they all have shiny waxy leaves of some type. When it’s sunny it looks rather nice, but I’m glad I’m not bushwacking these steep slopes.

Well no, not really graves, but the newly turned garden beds rather look like that, don’t they? And it got you to read the blog post, didn’t it?

I got myself a shovel, a new one instead of a second hand jobber, only to find out that shovels are sold blunt here. I bought a V shaped shovel (“spade”) but the metal edge is rounded. Store clerks look at me like I have 2 heads when I ask about getting them sharpened, and assure me that they still push into the soil. Well, yes, they do, but with a lot of extra effort. I finally found one old timer who said that lawnmower shops can sharpen it for me.

I hear a jingle in the kitchen as I’m sitting on the back step, using the quiet of Milo’s nap time to plan our weekend trip….no one is in the house as far as I know, but I’ve become jumpy since my wallet was stolen. Turns out this little dog was the culprit. His license tag declared that his name was Toby and his (or his owner’s) cell number was listed too. AND he had pooped on the kitchen floor. Milo wasn’t quite sure whether he liked Toby or was scared of Toby, but Toby was a friendly little fellow, and the cleaning lady from whom he had escaped came and collected him in short order. I hope he visits again, but that he remembers his toilet training.

Here’s our house for the next 12 months. It’s a little yellow house that is clean and well lit inside, which is more than can be said for many of the rentals. Our address is 70 Checketts Ave, Halswell, Christchurch, 8025, New Zealand (southern hemisphere, planet earth, etc etc). I had to pick up the keys from the landlord’s house in a ritzy part of Fendalton (Christchurch), and I got a taste of what it’s like to be second class. Their house is VERY nice, made with good materials and bedecked with expensive furniture. We’ve gone backwards in the general societal ranking, paying expensive rent to those who own the house. The realization felt lousy. There’s a tint to the word “renter,” like if you’re a renter it’s because you’re too short-sighted to save up a down payment and own a house, or to incompetent to maintain a house of your own. Of course this isn’t always the case, especially in cities, but it still doesn’t feel good. I have to ask permission to paint the closet.

Milo likes the house. The yard is fenced and the kitchen cupboards are empty enough for him to fit into. I set up his room while he was sleeping in the car, and when we first walked in he gave a little “ah,” like “oh, this is my space.” I put the cheerful red blanket Emily made him on the floor like a rug and our colorful beach towels on other floor spaces, and he has the blanket Omi made him in the port-a-crib.

The shipment containing our stuff (dining table, dishes, couch, beds, etc) won’t be arriving for another 3 weeks, so the house is a bit bare at the moment. The landlords generously lent us a mattress, comforter, two living room chairs and a couple dishes, so here we are, eating dinner on the living room floor the first night. Try eating noodles with no fork sometime….but since that night we found a set of passable silverware at a flea market that includes both forks and spoons, a good thing.

I finally found one thing that’s cheaper here than in the US (or Owego, at least)–spices at the Indian food import store! I had seen the sign a while back so today, having nothing better to do, Milo and I stopped in. I’ve never seen spices in bulk like this before, the scents as you open each bin rise up and envelope you. Even Garam Masala had its own bin. I must have looked discombobulated, juggling my sharpie and several slippery plastic bags, because a thoughtful employee collected my spices off the floor and into a shopping basket. The store also has bulk flours (including ones I’ve never heard of) and more types of dried legumes than I thought existed. It was delightful. I plan to try every legume there, systematically, but I restrained myself this first time and only purchased two. Most don’t have English names.

Can you believe this color? I wonder if tumeric can be used as a dye. The spices are so powdery and soft that I’m glad Milo was safely strapped to my back–he would have loved dabbling in them, and the lower bins are at that perfect reachable height.

The labels and prices are probably too small to read in the photo, but ground cloves is $70/kg. That’s about $2.10/oz, NZ dollars, or $1.60/oz US dollars. Cloves were the priciest I saw, most were $15-20/kg. Mom, you want me to send you some?

I had a crappy crumby no good very bad day yesterday, culminating in having my wallet stolen from under my nose at the library. And it rained again to boot. But this morning we had a nice rainbow outside our window, which was cheerful, and must mean the sun still exists. Here’s hoping for a better day today. I’m going to take Milo to a play group to expend some energy, and luckily I had my license in my hand as my wallet was stolen, so I still have that (and my credit card!), and can legally drive and buy groceries.