Gardening in New Zealand
One of the best things about New Zealand, as I’ll repeat time and time again, is the lack of snakes. No need to obsessively scan the trail ahead of me as I tramp in a remote area, no need to brace myself every single time I go to the toilet that there might be one secretly slithering through the pipes (yes, this is a real fear of mine), and no need to worry that when I pick up a garden pot, something will come sliding out of it into my unsuspecting lap.
So, since you’ve now gotten a sense of how I feel about snakes, you can imagine how excited I was when my current host family asked me to do a little gardening around their yard. Both of my parents are big gardeners (Dad actually grew up on a farm, while Momma has been a flower and vegetable gardener as long as I can remember), so I am no stranger to yard work. I gathered the pots, pulled the weeds, tidied up the yard, and played with the dinosaurs.
Yes, you read that correctly. See for yourself.
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- Found you! It’s my turn to hide.
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- Bronty, you didn’t blend in far enough. Found you!
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- Zip lining into dangerous situations, it’s Dino to the rescue!
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- T-Rex wants you to know that even though life is busy, there’s always time to stop and smell the flowers.
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- Judging by the size of this yawn, I figured this patch of lawn was already claimed for naptime.
Oh, I’m sorry, did you think I had real gardening advice? Wear gloves and closed-toed shoes; shower directly afterward to avoid itching.
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