We have at last harvested those olive trees .. it was a busy weekend.
- Our wonderful neighbours and friends came and helped us pick – thank you so much… 238 more words
Strolling some Mediterranean sidewalks during the late-autumn months, it’s not unusual to see shriveling olives wasting away on the ground. There are, of course, locals who spirit away buckets of a forgotten tree’s olives, or the odd pigeon that might take a peck at the bitter fruit, but it’s been my observation that a considerable amount of urban olives go to waste. 1,370 more words
The olive harvest this year was very patchy. Some of our trees bore well, but they were in the minority.
I expected our neighbour (the one who mows the grass, picks the olives and takes them to the press) to bring us at least a sample of oil but he’s been very quiet on the subject. 83 more words
It is December in the Valley, the weather is good so the noise of the olive pickers is all around us again. There isn’t any major rain expected, so the olives won’t grow much anymore thus there is no reason to wait much longer and go for it. 290 more words
‘You know something, Palestine is a pretty nice place to be right now.’
The sentence above is one I wrote two months ago after a day’s olive picking in Palestine. 1,029 more words