Tūranga – a place for people

Margaret Mahy’s house at Governor’s Bay wasn’t able to be saved as a writers’ centre, but it is heartening to see that her extensive collection of children’s literature is safe at Tūranga, our central library. It is on the second level which houses New Zealand reference collections and Pasifika and Māori collections, archives and research facilities. It is next to a small exhibition space.

I noticed a little house on the stairs and found more in the Sanctuary exhibition featuring work by young artists exploring ‘the power of creativity for wellbeing, set within a cosy living room space’.

On the fourth level there is an exhibition organised by the Ardour Charitable Trust one of the aims of which is to “strengthen the multiple ethnic groups’ ties with local communities”. It is “managed and operated by a team of four Asian mothers” according to the information board.

Cat and tiger themed paintings by LiYing Cai

Perhaps because of the Bird of the Century competition, there are bird shapes on the ends of some shelves which fit with the bird mural.

Tūranga is a vibrant and interesting place with something to see on every level, in every sense. Creatively curated collections of books catch the eye at the top of stairs and in corners. As I went down the stairs I saw below, on the ground floor, large tables for people playing board games and doing jigsaws, and a colourful selection of knitting yarn, crochet hooks and knitting needles there to use. There is a diverse range of people using the library and it is humming with activity. For me, Tūranga is the heart of the city.

Plant power

Precious Platinum and sweet peas. The edge of the raffia mat shows Felix- damage.

It’s nice to have flowers from the garden on the table, but they have to be cat-proof. Felix has broken two vases and flooded the table trying to drink the water. A flat-bottomed vase has proved successful, but a rose, such as Mum’s favourite ‘Precious Platinum’, needs a slim container to hold it upright. A solution is to put the thinner vase in the larger one. Then it occurred to me to put sweet peas around the sides. The fragrant mix of flowers lifted our spirits which were sapped this morning, pre-caffeine, by a thirty-minute search for Mum’s hearing aid around and under the fridge. I found two ping pong balls, a small pine cone, bits of cat or dog biscuits, and a lot of fluff using the find-my-hearing-aid app, a fluffy duster, a torch and a wee bit of swearing. Finally, Felix’s fishing rod toy did the trick. Hearing aids are skin-coloured for camouflage while in the ear. A luminous colour would be useful for finding them in dark corners, just saying.

Apart from flowers cheering us up, the growth of other plants is miraculous to watch. Mother of Herbs (aka Cuban Oregano among other names) is taking over the kitchen windowsill. Outside, the yellow courgette plant is growing. The green courgette (see previous post ‘Small beginnings’) is shrinking, sadly, but today another as yet unidentified cucurbit has emerged beside it. The butternut pumpkin seeds I dried and planted have sprouted and I will need to find places to plant the seedlings soon. Where I pulled up suckering lilac, interesting fungus has emerged, probably doing its job of breaking down a tree stump. While the runner beans are beginning to wind up their stakes, the broad beans are ready to eat.

Fashion phenomena

The Five Order of Perriwigs, as they were worn at the late Coronation, measured Architechtonically 1761

This etching caught my eye at the Out of Time exhibition currently on at the Art Gallery. I could imagine the artist, William Hogarth, at the coronation of George III and Queen Charlotte, astounded by the variety and complexity of the wigs worn to the event. I wonder at what point he made the connection to the concurrent fashion for classical architecture and came up with this satirical etching.

Perhaps Hogarth made surreptitious sketches and smiled indulgently at the follies of fashion – like the follies the wealthy built on their estates. His etching has led me to consider how fashion rules our lives whether we like it or not, and becomes an indicator of all manner of things, not always easy to contemplate, but often funny.

The exhibition seemed to have a soundtrack – in my head, anyway. The Rolling Stones’ Out of Time.

The Art Gallery has been mounting interesting exhibitions using themes, such as Ship Nails and Tail Feathers and Out of Time, to display works from the collection. This gives you the opportunity to see works you might not have seen before as well as familiar ones in a new context.

Bee garden

In the broad beans, borage, bacopa, fox gloves, aquilegia, tī kōuka flowers, the bees are busy this morning.

In the front garden there is more borage, and forget-me-nots, solomon’s seal, sage, clematis, roses and kowhai busy with bees.

There seem to be more bumble bees than honey bees, although the constant buzzing high up in the tī kōuka flowers seems to be honey bees. The bumbles often have impressive honey sacs.

This insect (below) was on the sage flowers and it chased away a bee trying to land on a nearby flower. I thought it was a wasp, possibly the common European wasp, but it is rounder in shape so it is possibly a drone fly, a species which pollinates many plants. They also produce the ‘rat-tailed maggots’ which are so-called because they have snorkel for breathing if they are in water. These fascinated me last summer in the chicken poo bucket. The chooks loved them and crowded around whenever I lifted the lid. There’s a nice thought when you’re roasting a chicken or poaching an egg. Yum!

The word ‘busy’ is aptly used for bees. They have often flown to the next flower – and the next and the next – while you are zooming in and focussing the camera.

Small beginnings

When I chose it, the green courgette seedling had open leaves like the yellow variety on the right but, when I came to plant it yesterday, it had clapped its leaves together as if to hide from the world. Still, I planted both seedlings in the place where the compost used to be knowing the ground would have plenty of nutrients. I ‘tucked them up’ with straw mulch and an overnight cover. This morning, the leaves are still closed.

The broccoli, beans and tomato I planted are also tiny and look fragile.

They’ve enjoyed early morning rain and the sun is coming out. It’s a positive, hopeful thing to plant these tiny seedlings!

Sensory stimuli

The restored gates to the Botanic Gardens impressed my friend and me this morning when, instead of taking our usual beach walk, we decided to visit the Arts Centre. The new entrance is grander than the previous one which was tucked in beside the Museum.

The annual Sculpture Festival is on in the Great Hall. There is a wonderful variety of creative work: glass, metal, ceramic, some with political messages and many with environmental and indigenous themes and materials.

I love the energy of these sculptures:

There were more in the quadrangle.

Very tall chairs

We walked around the back of the Arts Centre where the renovations are still in progress. We peered into an large artists’ studio off this courtyard and considered the interesting (incongruous?) mix of metal air bridge, brickwork, geometrical stone paving, exposed pipe work and plywood.

It will be interesting to watch how this area develops. What will the paving stones lead to?

The design of the original Arts Centre buildings is neo-gothic. Quirky features such as stepped windows, curved corners, and circular windows fit this style – all in one corner. Even the drainpipes are ornate.

We cruised around a craft market admiring the ingenuity of the artists and held kauri gum shapes thousands of years old in our hands. After all that – plus delicious chocolate and strawberry muffins and coffee/hot chocolate – we felt our senses enlivened by the morning’s stimuli.

Home again, I feel I am looking with new eyes at the shapes and textures of the garden. Suddenly, it’s alive with sculptural shapes – and actual sculptures – which I had forgotten or taken for granted.

Spot: Long-necked ceramic woman (a present from walking friend), ‘Orville’s Dream’ metal sculpture made from found materials, ‘Loopy Lou’ copper sprinkler, 3-bowl water feature, fish lure (found on beach) with barnacle attached, and a cat-ladder leading to a platform. There’s an old copper in there too, repurposed as a planter.

A different view

Inside view of sunset

There’s an adjustment required to foreshortened views after the panoramic vistas of Wānaka. No mountains or lake, but we do enjoy the evening skies at home. Last night, the cherry tree turned golden as the sun set.

As the sky darkened, the colours deepened.

Outside view of sunset

Then, as the colours faded, the crescent moon appeared.

Christchurch sunset 17 Oct 8.25pm

I photographed the crescent moon and bright star (Venus, if I read the Stellarium app correctly) early one morning in Wānaka. I opened the curtains early to watch the sunrise.

Wānaka sunrise 11 Oct 6.30am

Home Again

Now that the dust has settled (literally – there were red alert gale-force winds as we drove home on Saturday) it’s nice to remember our Wānaka holiday as we adjust to being home. Dad used to say, “Back to plain clothes and porridge” at the end of a holiday. Back to cooking and clutter, too!

Sunday morning: I sat in the egg chair and enjoyed the garden

Felix is excited to be home from his holiday at the cattery. He wouldn’t stop ‘talking’ to us for the first couple of hours. Two days on and he is taking every advantage, such as monopolising Mum’s chair this morning.

Mum and I are reminiscing about the things we saw and did – and bought. The house smells lovely of soaps from Cardrona.

Our last dinner at Edgewater was delicious, with a view of the lake; nourishment for body and soul.

Lazy last day

Strong winds discouraged our venturing far today, but the sun shone into our apartment where we read and dozed.

Sunny morning

I did venture out for a brief walk, battling the wind, as far as that famous tree, but was more impressed by the partly submerged tree at the start of my walk.

We finished the day with dinner at the resort restaurant with a view of white caps on the lake.