Before I begin the guts of this blog, I need to write an explanation for those of my readers overseas. Northland, New Zealand, where I live has not had a case of Covid-19 since April. We have had only one Level 4 lockdown which was the one the whole of NZ went into on March 26. This lasted for 5 weeks here. I work in a non-medical role in a hospital and continued to work from home until 7 June. I have been back at work since then

Onto the blog..

The decision to go into Lockdown happened very quickly in Aotearoa – one day life was trucking along as normal, albeit we were aware that the Covid numbers were on the rise, the next we were told we would be in Lockdown in less than two days.

Like most places in the world news of Lockdown brought with it a run on toilet paper (TP), flour and yeast. Must-haves in life, apparently. Go figure?

I might laugh at this, but we weren’t exempt from our TP moment either. The man decided that to save us from (imminent) famine, he needed to plant the vegetable garden.

Like TP, bread and yeast, there had been a run on seed purchases and so our famine slaying option was limited to the packet of carrot seeds he found lurking at the back of the laundry cupboard. There was going to be a lack of diversity in our famine diet.

He duly planted these seeds and tended the garden religiously.

Three or so months after Lockdown ended we harvested our carrots.

Here it is.. all that he reaped.

No judgement.