Watering is a bit of a drag during this dry spell. Lugging a tank of water up the hill and gravity feeding down to the potting shed and shade house takes several hours. But it's not all bad. We wait till the end of the day when the temperature eases and the wind drops. We give each plant a little drink to the melodious sound of tuis in the totaras, a kingfisher squawking somewhere down in the bush and the occasional squeaking rhythm of a passing kereru.
And the blackberries are ready so we now have white strawberries and blackberries to sample and Mel and I shared a Pepino fruit the other evening which was a first for us and very unusual.
Melon-like we thought - juicy and firm with a little tingle in the mouth.