An olive harvest: Table olives
5. Sunday I realise I’m not alone. Last Sunday a dewy spider web drew my attention, and its grace and splendour sincerely impressed…
5. Sunday I realise I’m not alone. Last Sunday a dewy spider web drew my attention, and its grace and splendour sincerely impressed…
4. Sunday Fortune is on our side. It is raining and no olives can be harvested. Of course, we are not lucky…
3. Sunday Today’s pickers are the same as last Sunday, the youngest is five years old, the oldest seventy or over. We…