Sunday, August 28, 2011

A Trip to the Museum :)

There isn't a huge list of adventures we need to have before leaving our Small City next Monday...most of the adventures involve spending some time with the gorgeously wonderful friends we've made over our six years here. However, taking Jarvis to the museum was something we've wanted to do for ages, and finally got to yesterday!

Our museum has part of a huge ship stuck onto the side...after a shipwreck in 1912, a local jeweller decided he rather fancied it, and took the Wheel House home! He used it as an addition to his house, then it was left to the public in 1983, when it eventually became part of the museum. 

Jarvis told us he was driving the boat to our new home across the sea :)

Today our busy weekend continues...a few more special friends to spend some time with. I've worked out that the thing I'll miss the most about being here is the fantastic people we've met & befriended...and fortunately I know from experience that wonderful friends are still wonderful friends, despite where you live. And now we've just given them an awesome excuse to head to the mainland for a holiday!

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Sorry for being AWOL...

It's rather crazy around here right now. We're shifting to a faraway land (at the top of the South Island!) in under three weeks!

Currently I'm surrounded by boxes, have a small boy who wants to scale them at every opportunity, and am hobbling around like a ninety year old (cheers, pregnancy ailments)! 

Hopefully a proper post will emerge sometime soon, 'til then please send good packing and cleaning vibes my way :)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Wintery Adventures

Whilst I pottered around the house yesterday (very slowly, kind of like a hippo with a broken leg...), Shane and Jarvis went on an adventure down the driveway to see what was going on in the vineyard and the land beyond...

Jack Frost!

Jack Frost;
James K Baxter (The Tree House)

Look out, look out,
Jack Frost's about!
He'll nip your ears
And bite your snout!

He'll chap your knees
And make you sneeze;
Your fingers and
Your toes he'll freeze.

His magic makes
The mountains grow;
He learnt it from
His mother, Snow.

Yet he makes tiny
Glittering fronts
On window panes,
And ice on ponds.

When out of school
We dance and skip
He's waiting there
To pinch and nip.

Beware! Beware!
Leave nothing bare
When Jack Frost whistles
Through the air.