The Wairarapa Times-Age ran an article on ‘Moon over Martinborough’ last week. They asked me to pose sitting awkwardly on our fence, pretending to do a blog post with the olive grove behind me and a bottle of our oil beside me. I always write blog posts this way.
The first of the city friends arrived on Friday night, driving over the Rimutaka Hill Road after work in the dark, ready to settle in for a three-day weekend full of food, friends, olives, and a lot of hard work. There were big hello hugs all around and bags deposited in guest rooms.
The other afternoon I walked through the grove to look at the olives. I wanted to see how close they are to being ready to harvest. The late autumn light was sloping through the sky and throwing long shadows. The olive trees were literally soaking up all the sun, leaving patches of darkness in their wakes.