Settled

At last we have stopped moving. It has been an exhausting process. Everything is unpacked, most things are more-or-less where we want them, the kitchen is functioning, and the cat has decided which chair she prefers.


(Description: Sleeping tortie cat, curled up in a wicker chair)

She was a very subdued little beast when she arrived on Wednesday, after 24 hours in transit. She spent most of her first day here hiding in a cubbyhole in the laundry, but by Saturday, she had decided that the house and her staff were satisfactory.

Our new home has a large backyard. It has lemon and grapefruit and peach and feijoa trees, and raised vegie gardens, which at present have ripening tomatoes and capsicums and zucchini. My lovely mother has brought me a herb garden, which I will plant up next weekend.


(Description: 20! herbs in pots, ready for planting)

It has been a tiring week. But one evening as we came home, weary after trekking around buying school books and sticky stuff to cover them with, I found a beautiful orangey-red gerbera, which a new-met old friend had left for me. It cheered my heart.

And each day, I have been restored to peace by the view from our deck.


(Description: Green lawns planted with trees, framed by a totara and a silver birch)


(Description: More green lawns planted with trees, stretching into dawn)

The girls call it Pemberley. Mister B and I call it “the big gaarden”.

The discerning will notice that it is in reality the local golf course. Our house is just above one of the far tees. We can see the golfers making their way around the course, and hear the thwack as they tee off below the house. But they do not intrude. My mother, who grew up on a farm, opined that they really are rather like sheep, there in the distance, making their way about they place, engaging in entirely predictable behaviour for the most part. But every now and then one of them does something just a little odd. Nothing much – just enough to vary the scene. It is a most pleasant outlook.

We are settled at last. For the time being.

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27 responses

  1. How lovely… never knew *insert place name here* was so picturesque.

  2. Oh, it’s lovely! And the herbs look so homey and nice. Well done yer ma.

    The cat looks homey and nice, too.

  3. I’ve just gone back through Hand Mirror posts and caught up with your new blog! How nice to see what you see from your garden – and I love the idea of golfers as sheep.

  4. It looks fabulous. And you sound settled. Never knew I’d be a person who thought settled was a good thing to be, but there you are.

    Enjoy.

  5. That’s a lovely area. peaceful and green. I hope you can enjoy it for a good while.

  6. Yay! Wishing you much happiness in your new home.

  7. Congratulations on being at home.

  8. I am glad the gerbera made you smile… love the view of the golf course and the analogy of golfers as sheep.

    Glad you guys are settling in to your place and that the cat is boss.

    love D

  9. ps if you see Mr Darcy wandering around shirtless please send him over this way….

    1. I think your chances might be better, Demelza. I think you might be a bit closer to the water hazards than we are.

    2. yeah I suppose I am closer to the water hazards… I wonder if I can just walk across the golf course or is that trespassing….

    3. People seem to just walk across it, or rather, around the outer edges, and no one worries about it much. There is quite a procession of dog-walkers going past our place in the early morning and evenings.

  10. How much do I love your girls? So.Much, what with the Pemberley thing.

  11. holy hell. it really is greenhills!

    can we ask if it’s a rental or did you find a place not-half-rotten?

    1. It’s a rental, which is going to present me with some gardening dilemmas. We’re not sure what to do with respect to the long term. It’s tempting to build, but it may be easier to buy, or just to stay put for a couple of years.

  12. Raymond A Francis | Reply

    Your mother is very discerning, golfers are like sheep
    I also overlook a golf course and although I have spent all my life watching sheep I hadn’t made the connection
    But she is so so right
    Welcome home

  13. That is a gorgeous prospect. Green hills, indeed! Is it yours for the foreseeable, or a monthly arrangement? Either way, happy landings.

  14. Also: an exceptional example of shakkei, aka ‘borrowed scenery.’ Avidly awaiting the gardening posts to follow!

  15. We haven’t seen weather like that in Wellington for quite some while!
    What a gorgeous outlook to welcome you back.
    Re your previous post about frustrations with ISPs, the latest issue of Consumer has a comparison of the major ISPs. You won’t be surprised to hear that Telecom rates very badly, although Vodafone was even worse. I would love to swap from Telecom but the thought of having to change my email address is daunting as I rely on it heavily for work.

  16. So lovely to have a big backyard that you don’t have to mow!

  17. Looks really nice. I always wanted to live near a botanic gardens, so I’d get to see flowers and stuff all the time but never have to do any weeding…

  18. I think Mr B is the most cunning man alive. A golf course. Just over the back fence.

  19. i think you may need to place some recycled tyres about the place.

    they’re great for gardening (low-weed incidence!), can be relatively easily shuffled about, you can stack them for deep-rooters like tomatoes, and do the environment a bit of a favour. we’re currently growing beetroot in one as an experiment. worked better than the actual garden!!

    tip: a carpet knife to open them up and get a little more growing space.

  20. Yup, we grow our potatoes in tyres, and herbs too. Works a treat in our bleak Wellington hilltop garden. Now we have harvested the potatoes we are going to plant a crop of leeks.

  21. Lovely! Our place backs on to a golf course too. Not quite up to the Pemberly standard, though. Keep an eye out for mushrooms in the mornings before the golfers whack them.

  22. It almost makes me feel homesick but not quite.

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