The tide is not receding. While I was in Russia the guests and younger HGs stepped into the breach and boiled, skinned, cooked in oil and garlic, bottled and froze until their fingers were red raw.
Still they come. And with every panful comes glasses and glasses of fresh tomato juice. How lucky it was Russia; I have just the thing for too much tomato juice. It is quite reasonable, too, to start drinking it down first thing in the morning. So strengthening for a day's stakhanovite struggle with the riches of the Earth. Particularly as the apricots failed this year after hail knocked off all the blossom. It isn't good to keep opening the freezer,so every time I put tomatoes in, I take the vodka out. Energy saving.
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Good help these days is hard to come by hope you have the same help with the olive harvest.....
3 November, first light, gloved and anoraked, family and friends will be stripping the trees (DV). It goes on for weeks as those who help with our trees will have our help with theirs. Develops straight backs and strong shoulders too, as well as neighbourly friendships.
Oh! to be there and shaking the trees,Greek style maybe. Enjoy the fruits of your labour, none so sweet as olives freshly harvested.
Yes, I must do something with the few tomatoes I have managed to grow. The vodka idea is going to go a long way to save the planet.
What on earth were you doing in Russia?
Hello WW. I was visiting the Pushkin and listening to how Russia wants to be friends.
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