One Girl’s Great New Zealand Grape-picking Adventure

March is New Zealand's September.  Days become noticeably shorter, light begins to shift and the mornings take on a new found crispness.  For the first time in five months you jump out of bed and straight into your fuzzy warm robe and slippers.  You wrap up and immediately get the hot water kettle going, anxious for the sun to work its incubating magic. This is what the end of summer feels like, in March.  I don't get it, really.  My whole being is off kilter, my Norths and Souths flip … [Read more...]