My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

My Garden ~ it’s a boy

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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

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. 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 do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

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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