The approaching weekend surely is the most Kiwi of our holidays.
It's as quintessential as it gets - and it's mostly thanks to the tomato.
As a kid, Labour Weekend was about getting tomatoes in the ground. Parents were doing it, neighbours were doing it, grandparents were doing it. We all obeyed the magic witching hour.
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Truth be told, us young ones never knew why this weekend made for the compulsory planting of our favourite savoury fruit.