The olive picking is supposed to start tomorrow morning - first light sharp! Only it's been raining on and off for the last few days and wet olives are best stored on trees so the start picking date has become a movable feast.
Most people have had an appalling year and there are very few olives. (Don't even think of going to the reasons). Most people are probably planning to sit cosily indoors sorting their cupboards and switching their husbands to winter socks. My trees are olivishly laden with plump dark beads waiting to be unthreaded onto the nets. For once we are counter cyclical. Except that we have not summoned up the English forces to eat boar stewed in red wine, or just drink red wine, and get the olives into the mill. We thought we would go down like everyone else.
Oh well, I shall have to go to piazza Donatello and summon up zombie assistence. Or pay local pickers in euros for they are unimpressed by the views, the camaraderie, the chit chat and the evening fires, the wine or the stewed boar.
Don't you just hate the economics of farming - all so first year.
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The public defender was dead keen to come back and start picking but I fear the lure of the spring days here will curb his enthusiasm. Do keep us up to date with the progress. P.S love the angel/marble blog. - AA
There is an apple on the public defender's tree! When it has grown to full size it will be ceremoniously picked but after that there will have to be some sharpish pruning. The PB tree has to stand in the winter winds. But what a tree planter! And in earth as dry as dust too. It 's thriving.
yes i can imagine, their garden here is quite amazing. They had the best time on the hill. PB is a nature lover and proficient gardener. Will send the girls one year to help you, i may have to accompany them as well, cannot let them eat all of the boar stew now can I? x AA
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