06 April ’13
This season is truly plentiful.
Though I’ve been lamenting the poor crop of tomatoes this year, we’ve been blessed with lots of other goodies. Our strawberries just keep on going, and the courgettes have done well after a slow start.
As I’ve written previously, the wild blackberries seem to have had the best season ever. We collected pots and pots of them, transformed their sweet goodness in to jams and desserts. I still have some in the freezer – blackberry gin anyone?
Blackberries by the Kilo
While up at Mangaweka last weekend the Lovely Man and I found a patch of blackberries that were still fruiting well. Lacking anything to stash the berries in we simply stood in the sun and ate our fill. Yum. We also discovered that one of the old pear trees, a tiny little thing with a split trunk clinging to the hill side, is utterly laded with the biggest pears I’ve ever seen. They’re not ripe yet. I hope Continue reading
02 April ’13
We’ve spent almost every Easter break for the last 13 years at Mangaweka . The weather has varied from sunny and warm, crisp and frosty to wet and miserable. But every year, whatever the weather, there’s always been an egg hunt. One year the neighbour’s dog came over after the Easter Bunny had set out his eggs and scoffed the lot. That was not a good year. Another time there was a map with clues.
An Easter hunt
And every year the kids have got bigger and bigger.
Easter hunt 2008
We wonder… “Are they getting too big for Easter hunts?” Nah, we’ve always decided. Besides, the Easter Bunny has loads of fun setting them up.
Easter Hunt 2009
This year there were clues framed as riddles leading to locations all over the Continue reading
8 – 14 April ‘ 12
Easter weekend at Weka – the traditional Easter Egg Hunt yielded a huge haul.
ISO speed ISO-200
Focal length 35mm
Flash Flash fired
"I loves me some chocolate!"
I am not at all happy with this shot. I know it’s a poor tradey who blames her tools, but I’m really struggling to make the 18-125 focus correctly. This picture’s only redeeming feature is Billy the Kid’s gap-toothed grin. One for the album on the strength of that missing tooth.
23-29 April ’11
Cheating just a little
This week’s post contains some photos that strictly speaking should be in last week. However as they’re part of the same long-weekend break, I’ve put them all together.
This is a shot I’ve been wanting to get for a couple of years. We drive this way when we head up to Mangaweka for weekend breaks. I’ve noticed how lovely the little valley looks when all the trees turn golden. But every time it’s been a case of we’re in a hurry or the weather’s not right or ah, too late, all the leaves are gone. So the shot has not been got.
This time, the Lovely Man and I made time. The kidlets had set off earlier in the day with their Grandad. I judged the timing to be about right. Our local trees were all cloaked in autumn glory and the day was clear, the sky blue. However, there is that saying about the best laid plans. When we arrived at Rewa the clouds had moved in, the sun was playing hide and seek. We parked in a safe spot a little way up the road and walked back down to the bridge from which I wanted to get the shot. Though the valley still looked pretty with the braided stream running in its alluvial course and the leaves shimmering yellow on the trees, without the sun it was not the shot I wanted. So we waited. Pigeons roosting under the bridge cooed softly, a gentle breeze was blowing. It would have been a pleasant place to pass the time but for the constant traffic. Who knew that the Cheltenham Hunterville Road was so busy!? Every vehicle that passed by made the bridge shake, too, though it didn’t seem to bother the cooing pigeons. Eventually, after a bit of a wait (thank goodness we didn’t have the kids with us, they have no patience what-so-ever) the sun broke through. And I got the shot I’ve been waiting for.
ISO Speed ISO-320
Focal length 18mm
Rewa Valley - The long awaited autumn shot
Apprentice Wood Cutter
Our on going quest for free fire wood. The more we can gather for just the cost of our own labour, the better. A local farmer had given us permission to drag out whatever decent wood we could find from his scrap pile up the hill. Good wood and fairly easy access. It didn’t take longto cut up and load a trailer full. Continue reading