Grass Routes Conscious travel | POSTCARDS
Rushing ahead, my kids flitter around the back of Sherwood Queenstown, a renovated 1980s motor inn. They dash over a picture-book bridge and into a wild garden to inspect modest rows of purple kale, clumps of apple-green spinach and tiny seedlings in a hot house. Painted stones mark the blooming rows. Surrounding grass is unkempt. Although the view of a reflective Lake Wakatipu is pretty, the garden is anything but. It's practical, purposeful; exactly the way