Update March 23: New Zealand has moved into Alert Level 3 today and in 48 hours will be on Alert Level 4 (ie, lockdown). I urge everyone to follow the rules – social distancing was not being observed this morning in the supermarket, primarily by the over 70s, the group deemed most at risk! Be sensible and stay safe.
As the days, weeks and months ahead continue to looked bleaker by the hour, I wondered what I had to offer here that anyone would want to read. But having spent a good portion of yesterday afternoon in my backyard doing a bit of tidying and walking through Te Puna Quarry Park this morning, I thought that maybe just keeping on keeping on is the best any of us can do right now.
The news continues to be alarming but it’s a good idea to stay in touch with the latest instructions from the Government (and accurate information). However, it’s also a good idea – if you’re fortunate enough – to get into the garden and clip, stake, weed, plant, repot … whatever job needs doing. Completing tasks while in self-isolation will help give a sense of achievement in days that might otherwise be spent worrying. (I’ve got plenty of cupboards and shelves that need a good sorting …)
Some years ago I watched a documentary that included a chap in Finland talking about his winters. Snowed in and with little daylight, he found it oppressive? No, he said, I make a list all year of things to do during the winter. Keeping busy was key. Things that need doing to the house, hobbies that he put aside at other times of the year, books he wanted to read and so on.
However, he also rated getting together with friends as high on the list of keeping his spirits up, a problem for us now. But we have telephones, video-call systems like Skype and FaceTime, email and text messaging. Our social discourse may change but it will still be there if we want it.
With many events cancelled or postponed, social distancing and self-isolation it’s more important than ever to stay in touch with others as best we can – groups that we belong to but which aren’t meeting, neighbours, colleagues, family and friends.
We can only do our best. My very best wishes to you, wherever you may be reading this.
Had a driving holiday in rural Victoria, Australia this month and one of the stops on the Great Ocean Road was at Cape Otway Lightstation (as they call their lighthouses in Australia). Included in the admission price to the sprawling site is the opportunity to learn something about the native plants of this part of Australia in twice-daily talks.
Our visit coincided nicely with one of these talks so off I toddled to the Talking Hut where we were informed and entertained by Brad West, a Gulidjan man whose totem is the yellow-tailed black cockatoo. Brad gave us some background into how indigenous society worked, as well as having us tasting this and that from shrubs planted around the hut.
Brad utterly rejects the long-held Western notion that all Aboriginal people were nomadic across large areas, saying in southwest Victoria there would have to be a pretty good reason to cross into another clan’s territory (and everyone knew exactly where the boundaries were). “Where your songlines run out, you turn round and go home.” Trading, however, was not uncommon.
There was a craze in New Zealand 10 or more years ago to plant Lomandra longifolia in carparks and commercial sites and a terrible-looking plant it turned out to be. However, in its native environment it’s much-prized. Brad pulled out two fronds to show the white ends on them. “If you see anything glistening and you know dew or rain hasn’t been on them, then you know it’s starch or sugar. Precious.”
The fronds were used for weaving baskets and eel traps and could also be scraped back and the fibre pounded to make string and ropes, while the seed, according to Brad, can be cooked and eaten like popcorn.
Brad encouraged us to dig into the berries of coastal bearded heath (Leucopogon parviflorus), found throughout Australia, describing them as lemonade berries. Not much flesh, a relatively large pip and, according to my palate, not much of a citrus flavour. However, if you’re living off the land all edibles would be welcome and maybe they’re more lemony earlier/later in the season.
A related plant to seaberry saltbush is old man saltbush (Atriplex nummularia) which is being grown commercially in South Australia – good for stock food (flavours the meat), good to marinate meat and, according to this 2019 article, possibly Australia’s best herb. It also helps reinvigorate over-used land.
The final plant I want to introduce you to is kangaroo grass (Themeda triandra) which was used to make flour that is four times better than the modern wheat equivalent, Brad said. Firestick farming produced two crops a year from the plant and indigenous Australians have been grinding the seeds to make flour and porridge for at least 30,000 years. Read more here.
He recommended making bread using kangaroo grass flour, Lomandra as the sweetener and wattle seed as the ‘butter’. The seeds of the coastal wattle (Acacia longifolia var. sophorae) are full of fat and very sweet. In fact, Brad got quite animated about the roasted seeds, describing them as tasting of chocolate, coffee and/or hazelnut! The trees are considered a weed in some environments. Read more here.
As with any foraged food, wherever you are in the world, make sure you know for sure what it is that you’ve picked before you eat it.
A keen band of Hawke’s Bay ‘rose hunters’ are combining their heritage rose knowledge with plenty of detective skills to preserve some of the region’s living history.
Initially funded by a year-long Heritage Rose scholarship, the Rose Hunter project has been running since 2014 and is led by Georgina Campbell who, with her husband Gary, moved to near Hastings from Eketahuna in 2005, buying an organic feijoa orchard.
Since then Georgina has created Cheops Garden (open to groups by appointment) which includes the McGredy Rose Garden, a world-first collection of roses bred by the renowned McGredy family of Northern Ireland and, from 1972, New Zealand. Cheops Garden features about 2000 roses, both heritage and modern, and Georgina is a longtime member of Heritage Roses NZ.
“I thought it would be a fun thing to do as a group – go and scout and, hopefully, find some old roses,” she says. “Initially, I wanted to visit marae and coastal areas but didn’t get any reply to my letters to iwi, but that may be because the roses just aren’t there anymore.”
The group did visit a property that once formed part of the extensive Waimarama land-holdings of Princess Morehu. “Apparently, many Maori women grew, and took pride in, roses,” Georgina says. “The current owners told us that the now-gone roses were old by the 1960s, but it was just as fascinating to realise how well the family lived – there was a platform for arriving coaches, staff galore and a large house.”
The Rose Hunters turned to the region’s homesteads and sheep stations. “We got the word out and the responses started rolling in.” The group – which on outings can number from three or four to 20-plus – started visiting properties, collecting stories, and taking photos and cuttings.
“The stories are just as important as the plant material,” Georgina says. “We were delighted to hear rose-connection stories from before the 1931 earthquake.”
Keen to hear about roses known to have been in place for more than 40 years or plants grown from cuttings taken from old bushes, group members aren’t hung up about ‘real’ names.
“It’s incredibly hard to identify a rose,” Georgina says. “David Austin came to New Zealand and couldn’t name his own roses! Soil and climate can have a marked effect on flower colour, size of the plant and growing habit and in the 19th century they had a habit of getting as many plants out of the same seed pod as possible so you can get some that are very alike, but not quite the same.
“Early settlers often didn’t bring roses with a ‘real’ name, instead calling them things like ‘Mum’s Rose’. There are plenty of heritage roses in New Zealand that have had the wrong name forever. We’d rather hear the stories and the family name for the plants than worry about taxonomy.”
The Rose Hunters have had the assistance of D&S Nurseries in Central Hawke’s Bay in budding plants but with retirement looming for nursery owners Sue and Doug Pacey the group will now concentrate on growing from cuttings.
“We’ve made a place at Cheop’s Garden where we’re growing cuttings. It turned out, completely by accident, we’d planted side by side roses that looked different but when they flowered we could confidently say they were the same.”
One of those unnamed mauve-flowered cabbage roses is linked to Hugh Ross, who worked as a gardener/nurseryman at a large castle in his native Scotland before emigrating to Dunedin. He then moved north and in 1880 established the first nursery in the Te Aroha area.
The remnants of the garden around the grand Ben Lomond home, which dates from the 1850s and is today a B&B, on Napier Hill yielded two roses of interest – followed by the thrill of discovering 1921 photographs showing a long pergola with roses growing over it and a portion of the pergola garden.
“One of the roses is Nancy Hayward, a perpetual climber bred in southern Australia which would make sense for our climate,” Georgina says. “It was released in 1937 by Alister Clark, who had a New Zealand-born wife.
“The other is a creamy-flowered climber – the rose was huge at the base so I had to climb a ladder, stand on tip-toes and stretch out to try and nip a piece off. I lived up to ‘intrepid rose hunter’ that day.”
The group is keen to see if Turamoe 4, named for the sheep station where it was found, has potential for Hawke’s Bay gardeners. “It’s had no formal pruning, no sprays, no watering in Hawke’s Bay’s heat – total neglect,” Georgina says “and there it was flowering madly and looking great. We want to see what happens when we put it in a garden.”
Georgina is happy to hear from anyone about roses in the area between Wairoa and Woodville, phone 06 870 9905 (evenings preferred) or email her. The group prefers to visit when roses are in bloom but can come at any time.
This article was first published in NZ Gardener and appears here with permission.
Postscript: After this piece was in the NZ Gardener, Georgina was contacted by three people offering rose leads to the group, plus the NZME LocalFocus video reporter went out with them and made this video about their work.
Found this interesting tree in a local garden recently, not the first time I’ve seen it in this area, but the first time I’ve seen it with ripe fruit – and although I know the fruit is sharp, couldn’t resist a nibble.
As you can see, the fruit of Davidsonia jerseyana, a tree native to New South Wales, grows straight off the trunk. The fruit of the NSW tree, also called Mullumbimby plum, ripens in summer, that of Davidsonia pruriens, native to Queensland, in winter. While the NSW tree is cultivated commercially, it is endangered in the wild. Apparently the hairs on the leaves of both these trees can irritate the skin.
The plums, known as ooray by the area’s original inhabitants, have been a staple in their diet for tens of thousands of years. As well as eating the raw plums – which have 100 times the vitamin C found in oranges and also contain lutein, a compound that plays an important role in eye health (significantly more than avocados), along with magnesium, zinc, calcium potassium and manganese – Aborigines traditionally used the fruit for medicinal purposes too, while the tree trunks made harpoons for catching turtles and dugongs.
Early European settlers used Davidson plums for jams and sauces and more recently the flavour has popped up in everything from chocolate to tea. Not surprisingly, they have never caught on as a fresh fruit.
The genus was named for John Ewen Davidson (1843-1921), an England-born pioneer sugarcane grower who lived and worked in Queensland from about 1866 to 1900.