I think back about the weekend now and realized that I’m photo-poor, but the memories are good.
It’s a long weekend, as Monday is the Labour Day public holiday, and Jeremiah had planned a hunting trip with the Brotherhood.
It’s a quintessentially New Zealand scene; cattle munching grass, next to a new world-class greenhouse (behind), in the city of Christchurch, second largest city in the country.
I don’t know if those calves were staring longingly at the relative shelter of the greenhouse or at the tasty plants inside, but they stood there watching us all morning. They’re the owner’s “cattle beasts,” because if you own grass, then why would you not own sheep or cows to eat the grass? Exactly. So they do. (Clearly, cow pies on the lawn aren’t a problem if you’re wearing your gum boots.)
I sent a girls-in-daffodils picture to Jeremiah, and he suggested that we meet him for lunch in a cafe in town. Naomi found the walk very long. Towards the end we passed a bunch of flash new buildings with glass facades, and she stopped to admire her reflection, adjusting her skirt, preening here and there. “Oh, I didn’t know we had fairies in the city!” and old woman exclaimed as she walked past. Naomi beamed–that was clearly the effect she was after.
It’s been a long time since we hiked with our friends to Rod Donald Hut. What happened to June?
It rained. It was cold. My back turned bad again, suddenly and for no reason. We prepared for our month-long trip to the states.
“What are you guys doing at Easter?” my friend Laura asked.
“Oh, nothing big, we’re saving money for our trip to the States in July….maybe camping on the Banks Peninsula,” I responded, unenthusiastically.
“You could always come up here to Nelson,” she offered.
I looked at the forecast. Tropical cyclones had been bringing flinging wet weather at us for the past two weeks, the forecast was dire, and Laura’s new house is ample and warm. Camping really didn’t sound that appealing in comparison. “Yes, please! Let’s go for a weekend to Sunny Nelson!”
We drove up Thursday night in the rain and listened to the comforting sound of rain on the OUTSIDE of their roof all night. The next day Jeremiah and Laura brewed a batch of home brew while Jordy and I took the kids to the Wearable Arts museum.