Most nights I find myself wishing I didn’t have to fall asleep in order for the next day to arrive. It feels like an eight hour span of wasted time, simply there to keep tomorrow at an uncomfortable distance. That is how excited I am to wake up each day. Annoying, right? I know. But, if it makes you feel any better, it’s the first time I’ve felt this way since I was a child.
Yesterday was bound to be a good day, but it ended up being even better than I imagined. I had a Friday off of work, the sun was shining and I had a plan. The plan involved snuggling baby sheep, drinking wine, picking veggies and appreciating all of the beauty that surrounds me in New Zealand.
I woke up early – obviously – and was at Farm 185 by the time the doors opened. People love buying their veggies directly from the farm and the checkout line was already a thirty minute wait. There is something very different about waiting in line outdoors, at a farm, versus waiting inside a dark, gloomy supermarket. People chat with one another, pick up additional produce as they wait, and slowly shift their baskets every few minutes as the line moves forward. I came away with heaps of tomatoes, onions, kumara, coriander, avocados, and fruit – lots of fruit – all for under $30. This kind of value is unheard of in New Zealand.
The next stop on my lovely day trip was to the Animal Farm, where I finally got up close and personal with this season’s lambs. I had been eyeing these adorable little creatures for the past month as I drove past sheep grazing in pastures, but every time I would hop out of my car to try and hug one, it would immediately run in the other direction. I figured the only way to get my fair share of sheep snuggles would be at a place like the Animal Farm, and I was right. I kissed, hugged and cuddled these little cuties until they were squirming so much that I had to put them down. Needless to say, they didn’t want my love. Luckily, the farm also had baby goats who were much more appreciative of my obsessive affection.
Then there were the baby pigs, who quite possibly have the most lovable tails in the world. Yes, I tried to hold the baby pigs as well, but judging by their instant squealing, assumed that they didn’t exactly enjoy my tender loving care.
After soaking in my fair share of adorable baby farm animals, I drove to a nearby vineyard and sat in the sun, with a bottle of Chardonnay and marveled at the New Zealand countryside. At this point in the day I was beginning to feel the need for lunch. I was so excited to get going in the morning that I skipped breakfast – if you know me at all, you know that I never skip breakfast. I was hungry and the perfect solution was fish and chips along the waterfront.
I made it home by early afternoon and figured I would nap in the sun and drink some wine, but my garden was calling my name. I ended up playing in the dirt until the moon rose in the sky. Exhausted and happy, I fell into bed, eager for yoga the next morning and counting down the hours until I could wake up once more.