Ah, summer on a farm in New Zealand is a bit flipping delicious. Some dear friends and my folks are over from London, which is completely AMAZING, and we are meant to be off camping with them but I am finding it hard to leave the farm. Everyday a new vegetable will burst out of the garden, and all the fruits are ripening by the minute. We have been crunching nectarines, apricots, peaches, plums, raspberries and strawberries. It has been pretty lovely watching these tiny little blossoms turn into juicy baubles of goodness before our very eyes.
We have a picking ladder that stretches about 10 foot into the air, above the trees, so you can harvest the ripest fruit along the canopy. Everytime I turn my back Juno has scarpered up it, sitting merrily at the top, clutching at an armful of apricots. One of my parenting philosophies is “A broken limb is better than a lifetime lived in fear” but seeing our baby perched up there sets even my heart on edge!
We’ve swum almost every day… we found a tiny corner of paradise just down the road form us. The river is clear and the sand is soft and you can dive into the depths from the shore. We make clay from the rocks and clean our hair and our faces… except the girls mostly just leave it on their hair and faces. They can’t help but be quite a lot like the Croods.
So life has been a bit of a beach… peach… peachy beach.
Hmm… actually…part from the week that we were setting up our new yurt. That was pretty tough. We had to give our old one back as it was borrowed, but we bought our own secondhand one. *proud yurt owners* But getting it up took a serious amount of sweat, help from friends, and, yes, slightly manic tears.
I am always struck by how, even when you are living the dream (such a cliche but it drips off my lips) melancholy and stress sometimes come along for the ride. They creep up, with the bold stealth of bullies. Unwelcome companions, but hard to shake.
We watched the brilliant documentary Happy the other week- and we became determined to put more effort into the practices that lead to well being – such as mindfullness and connection- rather than simply resting on our laurels of living the dream. (Circumstances don’t count towards happiness half as much as daily rhythms and habits, we are learning.)
We should really go off in our bus and park up at a beach and see the sites while my mum and dad are here… but the sweetcorn will be ready next week…
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