Showing posts from October, 2018

From The Mouths of Babes

The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#3, aged 7-1/2 years, on viewing my garden: "Nana, you have a lot of weeds." [Seedlings, darling, seedlings. And I grew them deliberately.]

The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#4, aged 7 years, after I told her I wasn't going to let her wear make-up to church and that if it was up to me, she wouldn't wear make-up before she turned eighteen: "No one needs make-up." A pause, then, "Except you." [Thanks, sweetheart. I'll remember that when next I write my will.]

The Most Adorable Granddaughter in the World#5, aged just 6, after she'd checked on their elderly neighbour yesterday after our 6.2 earthquake: "The first few knocks he didn't answer, so I wasn't sure if he was out, or dead, or watching TV." [I wonder what she would have done if he had been dead?]

The Most Adorable Granddaughter#6, aged almost 4, on the weekend: "I hate being three. I want to be four and then …


Officially we are still in the midst of renovations even though our builder has taken - with our knowledge and approval - a hiatus and won't return for another three weeks or so. (By my calculations this means we'll be in a super muddle right on Christmas.) Neither room is fully complete: both are waiting on doors of one kind or another, and DH has to sand and seal and paint the existing doors to both rooms.

He has made a start and had a little helper yesterday:

Her older sisters preferred to spend time with two of their uncles:

So while DH sanded and painted, and Sons#4 and #5 played games, I was also productive. One finished square of my Sediment Scrap Blanket has been patiently waiting for far too long to have the ends woven in and so I decided to attack this task as it's not one that requires a lot of concentration. To my surprise, I finished this square and also managed to weave in all the ends on the other three unfinished squares. I'll still have more to do onc…


While five in our party of seven went off to make the most of skiing and snowboarding, DH and I decided on more sedate pasttimes.

After a leisurely breakfast we began by visiting the memorial at Tangiwai, the scene of New Zealand's worst railway disaster on Christmas Eve, 1953, when 151 people lost their lives after a lahar weakened the railway bridge at Tangiwai and their train crashed into the river.

It was sobering to visit the site which appeared benign in the morning light and think of the loss of life. Warning systems and gates are now in place in the event of another lahar spill from Mount Ruapehu.

After Tangiwai, we decided to go for another walk, this time through beech forest on Mount Ruapehu. It was peaceful, restful, at times muddy, and the scenery relatively unchanging. We stopped for lunch after an hour and then retraced our steps.

Ye Take The High Road

An invitation; a long weekend; a chance to get away and forget the renovations and the head-to-toe hives that are driving me crazy; gorgeous weather; an opportunity to spend some time with some beautiful people; and some awesome scenery.

Naturally we agreed.

Apparently it was also the end of the ski season which was the driving factor for some in our party.

But for DH and I it was an opportunity to simply get away and enjoy some scenery. And what a spectacular show Mount Ruapehu and Mount Ngauruhoe put on. It would seem that the very rocks praised our God and Creator!

We did the two-hour return walk to Taranaki Falls beginning with the Higher Track and returning via the Lower Track. A short stop at the falls for "lunch" was a perfect mid-way break.