Cat and Mouse- Reuniting with Felix

I laid in bed this morning long after the sun woke me, and went to the main house in search of coffee. Grant introduced me to his stove top espresso machine and coffee grinder and I believe we will be fast friends. I drank my coffee that was in a mug almost the size of my face (or close to it) and wondered if it is wrong to feel so much affection toward a beverage? But coffee gives a sense of familiarity to my mornings that I can enjoy wherever I am living – given that a cup of java is available.

Katie and I spent the morning weeding the garden beds that are built in a rock labyrinth. For a man who claims to practice practicality when it comes to his produce, the set-up doesn’t make much sense to me.

“I want you to have to take your time in the garden,” Grant explained. A mission easily accomplished when the weeds are growing between rock crevices. I don’t think I successfully eradicated a single weed root, which were all cleverly buried beneath the rocks. So the weeds – the only perennial plant in the bed – will return before we leave, keeping us and future wwoofers in business.

I’d like to take a lawn mower and weed whacker to the grounds, but the top priority is building a rock alter for a Minotaur sculptor that Grant will craft when he has some spare time. Right now he is swamped making drums, so the mythical creature will have to wait.

The day’s highlight wasn’t weeding, however, it was a surprise visit from Felix. Apparently he’s been pursuing Katie and I, trying to catch up with us for over two weeks. Two days ago he ferried over from the North Island and hitchhiked all the way to Golden Bay to find us. The only problem is there is no more room in our inn, so to speak, and his “plan” ended when he found us. Bless his heart. I hope his tent is waterproof.