June 1st brings on the winter in New Zealand. Yesterday, the sky was bright and blue, though the air in the shade was cool and crisp. The last of the amanita muscaria mushrooms are pushing through the dirt at the feet of the trees in Robin Hood park, and the wild Rosellas who flew across from Australia are eating the last of the fruit on the trees on the golf course down the road.
We’ve finished off the carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and most of the silver beet from our garden, and the last of the sweet one hundred tomatoes are currently sun ripening on our kitchen windowsill. We still have brussels sprouts, leeks, and curly kale to see us through the winter. (I picture my dad right now, grimacing at the thought of brussels sprouts all the way from California.)