As with many small-town libraries, Rawene’s library is only open a few hours each week.
This morning we traipsed into town to get library cards and take a look at the Saturday morning market across the street from the library. We found this stocked with really friendly vendors, homemade bread, jams, used clothing, dvds, ceramic art, and veggie starts–we made off with parsley starts, a loaf of bread, a jar of marmalade, a handstone that I fell in love with, and a necklace and earrings for S.
I really like the sense that things exist on a human scale here. The library is only the latest evidence of that.
Isn’t the children’s room lovely?
At the library, R. created an account for us and scanned in our books. I’m starting off with Katherine Mansfield’s New Zealand, John Webster’s Maori Journal, Gardening in New Zealand, and Tangata Whenua: the World of the Maori.