And did you know that olives are beautiful when they're ripe? Both on the tree:
And up close and personal, even while olives rain on me, and branches brush my hair:
And once harvested, caught in the nets spread under the trees, they are particularly colorful in their earthy beauty:
They're then scooped up and bagged in tall burlap bags:
And taken to community presses to be made into olive oil, some of which we'll receive for our own use:
As it looked today, this was the view from my friend's yard where her 70, 30 year old olive trees live:
Harvesting olives by hand was a first for me. The day was sunny and 67 degrees, clear with the clean, fragrant air characteristic of towns further up into the mountains.
The outdoors, the presence of friends, both old and new, the delicious, home made food prepared by my friend (the trees caretaker), the light hearted bantering and whole hearted tree hugging was such a rare and lovely way to spend a day.
Combing a tree branch by branch turned out to be an intimate act of care and love. It made my heart happy.
Vincent, too - Olive Grove by Vincent Van Gough: