On a lovely fine 24 degree Tuesday in mid April, we decided that I would make Bookshop Cafe muffins & that we would head out to the Maraetotara valley for an autumn adventure. We soon realised that we hadn't been up this way since the cyclone & we found (to use an Aboriginal term) a sorry river- a very sorry river & valley indeed.
Although it's not so apparent in the photos.
So much destruction and sickness and fleabane and rough terrain.
Even the Kawkawa was desperately suffering and had developed black sooty mould.
When we looked down to our next step along a very bumpy riverside trail and saw a dead cow, we realised we needed to leave this place. We scrambled up the 20 metre vertical bank to the road (grabbing handfuls of grass as we went) & met the cow rescuers at the top. Oh how sad- the cows were being moved down the road this morning when an impatient person drove past too quickly scaring the poor darling and causing her to leap down the 20 metre bank- to her death.
On we drove, only to meet a herd of rather beautiful cattle, also being moved down the road.Soon enough we drove on again and here we were, halfway to Mohi bush when we began to spot ripe banana passionfruit hanging from vines all along the roadside. People get a bit hysterical about this stuff here in Aotearoa- but we loved them as kids. It's now illegal to sell the fruit or plants or even to propagate itin most areas. So I figure we were performing a valuable public service when we stopped to gather dozens of ripe fruit from the wild. The only trick was that the road was narrow & there weren't many ideal places to stop. We were still feeling gutted about the poor cow, when we saw more golden glory waving in the breeze. Rob was assigned to getaway duty & I plunged in to the undergrowth to gather up the fallen fruit. Just at that moment a little car tootled around the corner & screeched to a sudden halt. "Are you alright?", she cried? Lifting my hands full of passionfruit splendour I cried back, "Absolutely fine, thank you for asking- just collecting banana passionfruit". Oh, that's ok then. Thought I'd better ask." And off she whizzed leaving us giggling as she sounded just like Dame Kate Harcourt from days gone by. I swear that was the very car...
The native nettle ongaonga is extremely abundant up here so great caution is required. It must be the stingiest stuff ever and we don't want to test that theory- ever. It can kill you if you were to fall in to a patch. Fortunately we don't have many truly deadly things in our forests. Eventually ongaonga (urtica ferox) forms stiff, prickly shrubs.
It's good to know what the seedlings look like as these were found right on the edge of the forest path- lying in wait for uncovered ankles. It's amazing to think that our endemic red and yellow emperor butterflies have been so smart as to employ the protection of these feisty plants to keep their pupae safe from predators.
There's a lot of miro, matai and rewarewa trees in the forest. There must also be tawa as I found a berry on the ground.
Quite a bit of the walk involves traversing farmland that is peppered with native trees in quite a different habitat like these two miro. Well I think they're miro. We are still learning. So if you're thinking "she doesn't know what she's talking about", you might be quite right so please do give me a hand.
Along this bush margin there's a pronounced presence of ongaonga. There'll be no stumbling in to the bush from this side, that's for sure. I did catch a waft of exquisite fragrance that apparently may have belonged to a native orchid, so perhaps ongaonga is a super protector, not just an aggressor.