Of course in New Zealand it’s summer at Christmas, and nobody would dream of putting on a big red suit that’s lined in fur.
Here’s my rendition of the famous poem, Kiwi Olive Grove style…
Twas a Moon over Martinborough Christmas
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‘Moon’ Featured on WordPress.com
When a major international software organization decides it wants to interview you, you thank the universe. Or at least I did.
WordPress.com, my blogging software, has just published a feature article about ‘Moon over Martinborough’ becoming a book from Random House New Zealand.
Interview about expat life in New Zealand
A while back, ‘Moon Travel Guides’ approached me and asked if they could interview me for the new edition of their book, ‘Living Abroad in New Zealand’.
Well, with a name like ‘Moon Travel Guides,’ how could I say no? Read the interview here.
Too many olives
“He canceled,” I said, hanging up the phone.
CJ looked nervous. “What do you mean? We have to harvest.”
“It’s taking him longer than expected in another olive grove. He says he’ll come here tomorrow, but he won’t commit to a time.”
‘Moon’ makes headlines
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.
‘Moon’ is NZ Site of the Month
Moon over Martinborough has been named “New Zealand Site of the Month” in the October 2009 issue of NetGuide Magazine.
Read the review after the jump.
Make your own olive oil in 23 easy steps
There are many ways to make your own olive oil. This is my own personal recipe. Feel free to modify it to make it work for you.
In my experience, there are three essential things you’ll need: good olives, good friends, and good neighbors.
Olive harvest on a misty day
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.
Preparing for the olive harvest
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.
