A Farmers Wife and Life

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Let’s Visit Some Worms… Who Glow? April 1, 2012

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Worms who glow, rushing water cascading down into dark caverns, a darker than dark cave, with an unworldly beautiful green glow shining down from the ceilings. That’s what you’ll see, and hear, when you visit the Glow Worm Caves of Te Anau, New Zealand.

A magical place that came with, for me, an eerily scary feel as you climb into your motor-less boat, trust your guide to keep a hold of the rope as he silently pulls you along the caves passage. Along this journey you listen to water rushing…. rushing where? You can’t see it, you just hear it… roaring somewhere in the utter darkness… causing you to wonder… if he (the guide) lets go, will we all tumble down some deep dark waterfall? But that’s my “control” side getting a hold of me. We stop, all is utterly still and quiet except the roaring of water. We turn around and that’s when I breathe deep, take my husband’s hand, and look up….

Wow! Just an oh my gosh WOW! Resembling thousands of small fiber optic light tubes the emerald “lights” emitting from the worms shine down from above us. There is just enough light that you may catch a glimpse of your fellow explorers craning their heads to look above at this extraordinary sight. We sit silently utterly amazed at this incredible sight. Rushing water is forgotten as we take in the other worldly glow above us.

Creation is a wondrous thing… these worms have been occupants of this cave for untold centuries, a Maori legend for years. In 1948 the cave was discovered by Lawson Burrows and has since become a major attraction for the area. The limestone caves that contain these magnificent creatures are still relatively young – 12,000 years – and are constantly being carved by the water that endlessly rushes through. All the while the little glow worm goes about his industrious day… dangling up to 70 sticky gooey fishing lines down from the ceiling hoping to entrap a clueless moth or flying insect who has been drawn by the green light above.

Since we could not take photos while in the caves all photos shown here are courtesy of  NZ real Journeys – http://www.realjourneys.co.nz/Main/GlowwormCaves/ and were included in the package of photos we purchased.

 

An Unscheduled Stop ~~ A Beautiful Chuch February 26, 2012

While on our tour of Oamaru we made an unscheduled stop to view St. Patrick’s Basilica. This church is beyond beautiful, just stunning, standing high above and looking down over the main road and out over the ocean far below. Made of the indigenous Oamaru limestone with its creamy white colors the church beckoned us to enter and see what was inside.

When we entered the first thing you notice is the peacefulness of the interior. The statuary of Jesus and Mary are breathtaking, and while the alter is massive, it is simple in its design. St. Patrick’s was envisioned by Father John Mackay, who, in March of 1890 became the Parish Priest of Oamaru. Wishing to build a church for the needs of his congregation he began to build his fundraising efforts. Francis Petre, an architect who had already designed buildings for the Catholic Church of Dunedin, was hired to take Mackay’s thoughts and dreams and put them into a practical design.


Laying the foundation stone on Trinity Sunday in 1893 the church became a reality. The laying of the stone coincided with the silver jubilee of the ordination of Father (later Monsignor) John Mackay, who was the parish priest of Oamaru for 36 years. On November 18th, 1894 the Basilica opened, but the complete building was not fully accomplished until 1918. Two days after the official opening Petre, the architect, died.

 

I fall in love… with Oamaru February 25, 2012

(I want to apologize for the “look” of this post… I am learning how to set up still… and for whatever reason I cannot seem to get the words and the pictures to “set” where I want them to, side by side, instead of one long column… I will be researching this to figure out how to come back and hopefully fix this posting).

On our way to Oamaru we picked up a hitchhiker! <grin> I’m sorry Jock… I just couldn’t resist saying that. J  Ok, in all seriousness, Jock Webster of Topflite Birdseed graciously volunteered to drive across the hills to meet up with us before we reached our next destination and then he toured with us to and through Oamaru showing us some of the sights of his area. This is where I fell in love (again), with Oamaru. Oamaru is truly a beautiful part of the South Island and is the one area that we (Bruce & I) personally hope to come back to, soon and more than just once. In fact… I do believe that we two could easily make this area a “winter” home (which would be summer there ~ a win win as Bruce would say!).

As we drive we see rolling green hills dotted with cattle, and around a corner we see a very unique way to show your farms name… Altavady ~ which, I have since found out,  is visible from Google Earth and has several mentions on the internet if you “google” it.

With Jock we visit a boy’s high school ~ the Waitaki Boys School. Oh my goodness… what a beautiful place to study. This magnificent school was founded in 1883 and the main buildings are built of the indigenous stone of the area, the Oamaru limestone.


This limestone is quarried near Omaru in Weston and while we did not get a chance to visit the quarry we did drive by some of the stone in its natural setting as well as many beautiful buildings built in this creamy colour.

One stop in particular that we all enjoyed was the Farmers Market. Down near the harbor the area was filled with Kiwi’s out shopping for fresh produce or handmade items to display in their homes. Some stalls are in the older buildings (shown below) of this area, while others are braving the bracing breeze off the ocean outdoors. Oamaru’s Old Towne was a young town in the late 1900′s and its population rivaled that of Los Angeles. At the time it’s economy was driven by wool, grain, and refrigerated meat. Please click on the link to read more of Oamaru’s history and see pictures of these magnificent buildings when they were new.


Bruce & I took a walk out to the bay and then looked back towards the town. Gorgeous! The old granary buildings with the back-set of the homes climbing the hills spoke of a town who’s history and current residents were well loved and cared for.

Yes, I left a bit of my heart in Oamaru, but so did Bruce. This area almost at the bottom of the globe calls to us… whispers still… “come home”… and time will tell if we listen to that whisper… or if it will blow away in the breeze.

 

 
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