Archive for the ‘Autumn / Fall’ Category

Magical toadstools

Sunday, May 30th, 2010

The other day I drove home a different route from usual and suddenly pulled the car over to the curb because I’d caught sight of some beautiful, red-and-white spotted toadstools out the corner of my eye and I had to photograph them. Yay! for having my camera with me that day!

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I love these fly agaric toadstools, they make me think of magical fairy stories. And I love the word ‘toadstool’! I always imagine fat toads sitting on them with their legs daintily crossed. That little toadstool in the middle is so perfect and spotty, isn’t it?

And look at how huge this one is! I had to take a picture of it with my feet for size comparison so you could fully appreciate how large it is. More like a toad armchair, or even a sofa…

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Autumn Blues

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Yesterday I had the Autumn blues. I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it was the moon, or the heaviness of the weather but, whatever the reason, I found myself mid afternoon lying prone on the couch with our large, black, saggy cat, Plum, lying equally prone on top of me, feeling gloomy and energy-less. And then inspiration struck: what I needed was a trip to the public library!

I love the library. We have great libraries in Waitakere and I’m a regular and prolific borrower. (Hmmm… Do you think that it’s possible to love the library too much? I was recently told by a Library Assistant that I was the first person ever that she’d come across who knows their library card barcode off by heart.)

On the way to the library I was reminded of some of the things I love about Autumn and why it’s actually one of my favourite seasons. Two words for you: Persimmon orchards!

persimmon fruit orchard "sharon fruit"

Once at the library I tend to skip the ground floor (fiction) and head straight upstairs to non-fiction. I get books on interior design, crafting, sustainable building, gardening, cooking, writing, art, travel, fashion, graphic design, blogging… Oh! So much inspiration to choose from!

One of the gems that I found yesterday was a completely hand-written, hand-illustrated, palm-sized book called How to Make a Journal of Your Life by Dan Price. Great inspiration for keeping a hand-written journal or a blog.

One of the delightful reminders I got from the book was the art of doing what we used to call at school ‘blind contour drawing.’ They’re the kind of drawings where you simply follow the outline of objects with your eyes and pen or pencil and see what magic you create. It’s a great exercise for switching off your left, intellectual, analytical “thinking” brain, and using your right, creative, intuitive brain. I always find these drawings have a kind of wonderful free wonky whimsy to them.

"yogi tea" "woman's moon tea" tea pot, japanese tea

I had some fun with my pot of Yogi Tea this morning. As you can tell, some of the detailing (like the dashes on the cup) aren’t done entirely “blind.” When I’d finished, I scanned my drawing into Photoshop and did a spot of colouring in.

Why don’t you have a go with blind contour drawing yourself? I’d love to see anything you come up.

Kumara harvest

Monday, April 19th, 2010

One of the things we harvested this week was our crop of kumara (Ipomoea batatas - Maori sweet potatoes). We get our tupu (young plants) from the Koanga Institute. The institute holds a very special collection of ancient kumara, many of which come from pre-European times.

We grew the kumara in two long beds in our terraced vegetable garden, planting the tupu out in November and then basically leaving them to it over the Summer.

We grew two varieties this year:

Reka Rawa
This large, white skinned kumara, which comes from an ancient Far North collection, is described by Kay Baxter from Koanga Institute as: “The ultimate kumara, tastes like roasted chestnuts to me!”

Poporo
This kumara is reddish pink right through and goes an intense deep purple when cooked. Kay Baxter believes this kumara to be an outstandingly nutrient dense variety. 

Kumara "reka rawa" poporo "Koanga Institute" Koanga "Koanga Gardens"

Digging around in the earth with our hands feels like hunting for treasure! We’re not sure what’s a “good” crop, but we’re really chuffed with the amount that our plants produced. Once we’d harvested them all from the two beds, we laid them out on one of the beds to cure.

You can’t do much out in the garden around here without having some kind of input from the animals!

Meet Plum, he’s half Siamese and half big, black, wild tom cat. He has something to say about everything (in typical, deep Siamese tones). He may look a little crazy here, but he’s actually just come to say hello and see what we’re up to.

Just out of interest, this was our kumara harvest from last year. We tried out five different varieties, but only grew a couple of plants of each. As you can see, there was a big range of shape and colour.

Kumara "maikio gold" "maikio red" "reka rawa" "huti huti" paraparapara "Koanga gardens" "koanga institute" koanga 

They are (from left to right):

Maikio Gold (old commercial variety)
Maikio Red (old commercial variety)
Reka Rawa (see above)
(a volunteer pumpkin!)
Paraparapara (Pink. Reputed to be the old medicinal kumara that was used to feed the elderly, babies and invalids. From the Far North.)
Huti Huti (Cream, grows up to 60cm long! Old variety from the South Island. In the East Cape, Te Whanau a Apanui know it as the kumara to cook over the ashes of a fire when fishing at the beach.)

Autumn

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Autumn is well and truly here. The air feels thinner, the sun weaker, the nights colder…

I photographed these hawthorn berries on the side of the road near Matakana the other weekend. Aren’t they beautiful?

We’ve had a busy last couple of weeks harvesting, preserving and getting our winter wood supply sorted.  We hauled 7 loads of firewood in our trusty ute (pickup) this week and stacked it away in our shed.  There’s something so utterly satisfying and reassuring about a shed full of dry, chopped, resin-scented wood, isn’t there?

There was a blissful moment on Saturday afternoon when the fire was on, rain was brewing outside, Mum and I were quietly working inside, and the air was full of the delicious lemony aroma of my man baking zingy citrus cakes in the kitchen. Ahhhhhh…….!