My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

My Garden ~ it’s a boy


Number 8 grandchild, born in the eighth month of 2008, weighed in at 7lb 11oz. He arrived into our world at 7.12 this morning. There’s some lucky association with the number 8  linked to this birthday – I haven’t made sense of it yet. It’s very special to have been invited by son and D-in-Law to be present at the birth as well as the other grandmother. At present, Himself and I are babysitting the older two boys – twenty-one month old Turbo-toddler and Three-year old. Three-year old, when told that Mummy and Daddy had a nice surprise for him, thought it’d be a Benten or at least a new Spiderman toy.      

At least the weather cooperated  as we drove into town early this morning. It is pleasantly cool and conditions are drying out. I was able to get into the garden to pick a few flowers (freesias, daffodils, calendula, borage) to make a litte posy for each boy to give to their Mummy. Before we entered the maternity annexe, we had a ‘serious’ discussion about using quiet voices, walk only, how to hold a bunch of flowers and hold onto Nana and Poppas’ hands. The cute factor lasted about five pre-schooler nano-seconds after we entered Mummy’s room. Turbo-toddler patted new-born brother on the head and was then ready to be off to ‘explore’ the interesting new surroundings. Needless to say, it was a relatively short first visit.

Given that the magnolias are making a great show and that the Kowhai have started to bloom, I think I’ll probably choose one of these as the baby’s special tree. Last year, I wrote about tree-planting as a living remembrance or celebration of life.  The sound of Tui has been heard recently – a harbinger of spring. Tui love the Kowhai nectar and it enjoys a special bird status in the hearts of New Zealanders.

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

3 thoughts on “My Garden ~ it’s a boy

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  2. Congratulations on the newest grandbaby! Eight! You are an endurance champion!
    I have 2, boy just 2 and a half and girl 8 months. Love them to pieces, yes. And absolutely exhausted after an afternoon. One was a piece of cake. Two at once makes me wish for 4 legs and 6 hands. 😉

    Just discovered the blog and enjoying it. Lovely to read about spring happening on the other side of the globe from me.

    Applaud your no-till method. Been using newspaper for years. Works great, unless there are chickens or guinea fowl about! ;-D

    I do have a question about the earthworms in your area. Here in the US, earthworms are a serious invasive issue, having escaped fishermen and gardens and invaded the forests. They’re eating leaf litter faster than it can be replenished. Salamanders and other macro invertebrates are homeless, nutrients are lost because the litter is digested apace and can’t be used immediately by the plants.

    What’s the situation by you?

    Hope that you can keep writing. I’m looking forward to it! Judy

  3. So glad you dropped by for a chat, Judy.

    Yes, we Nanas (and Poppas too) do love our little darlings to bits – our other joy is that it’s our perogative to hand them back. I’ve just remembered – we’re due to have the eldest four (twins – 9; 7 and 4 year olds) to stay over for a couple of nights! It’s the school holidays – that’s going to cost us!

    It’s the good thing about blogs – we’re all essentially talking over the garden fence about our gardens. I marvel over the efforts made by people in their special situations. Do you write a blog?

    That’s serious about worms in the US. What a shame for you all. Worms here in NZ don’t seem to represent a problem that I’m aware of. Interesting. Now that you’ve asked, I’ll do a bit of checking. What I’ve been concerned about is the effect of varroa mite that has affected bees. It might be my imagination, but I’m sure there’s not the usual number of bees swarming over my plum blossoms this spring.
    Cheers, Jenny.

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