Ok, so. Right now Maggie and I use "home" to refer to a little two room cottage on the top of a hill (that is maybe a mountain?) that overlooks a tree-filled mountain (not a hill this time). From our cottage we can only see trees, no other humans or structures that remotely indicate the presence of humans. Think Lentz Montreat house for those of you who have been there, but without other houses. We can't even see the house of the family who we currently wwoof with.

We are in the Wairoa Gorge, so at the bottom of our hillsides runs an absolutely pristine river. It looks like the very essence of a river. Exactly what every other river I've ever seen can only attempt to be.

Carolyn and family RULE. Meredith Morgan, you will be her someday. We are CERTAIN of it. Today we drove the trailer to a garden center where a bleach blond teenager in aviator sunglasses and rubber boots used a bulldozer to scoope loads of compost into our trailer. New Zealand rules in that way. Like a BMW we saw pulling a trailer or the well-dressed business woman getting out of a beaten red ute. People do what needs to be done without thinking twice about it. Practicality takes precedence over all else.

If we ever get too quiet, Maggie and I just fake laugh until they turn real. Takes about 2 giggles.Last night Carolyn took us and her kids to Rabbit Island with fish and chips and a bottle of local wine. Today we made over the old weedy rose garden. It is now a blossoming bed of color. We have assisted a home vet in flipping over a cow's uterus that was twisted with a calf inside. We have eaten honey from beehives that are a 2 minute walk down the driveway. We have callouses that I am certain will never ever be dirt free. We found Reeses Cups and carved pumpkins. Ron gave us his GPS system, so we can't even get lost.

Superabundant being wells up in my heart, so to speak.