After the olives comes the woodland. On Sunday it was decided which sections of the oak woods should be coppiced (I think that's the right word, I'm out on a bit of a limb, farming. Planes, now, that's another story).
The rules are: any tree under 10 years, go for it; trees older than 10 years up to 20 years, with a DIA (notice on official forms to the Forestale); specific permission required - 20 to 30 years; and over 30 years is a monument and cannot be touched.
Well, those are the rules. Strict instructions have been given to leave the big trees alone. Lesser trees are to be touched only if shadowing cultivated land . If in doubt call before the chainsaws bite. "Si, Signora", they smile.
We have Leo, the Fratelli Giorni (when available), Tonino, Tonino's son (currently in Cassa integrazione - don't ask, I'll have to post on that separately), and The Neapolitan (who is from Naples). Leo is doing his last year on the woodland, due to his knees.
Why do I think they aren't taking a blind bit of notice of me? Is it my cloak?
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