Pooh indeed… piles of it, mostly it seems from the pot-destined bunnies of the village, which is now enriching the olive groves that we use for our morning bear hunt tree twirling adventures in Bascianella. This no doubt explains why olive trees aren’t photographed in January. After all there is plenty of action, wine boxes sit under photogenic, rose cheeked senior gentleman, straddling high ladders pruning, as always optimistic of this year’s olive bounty.
The ones we watched today and it does make interesting watching when you’re 2, all those ladders and saws, puffed that the weather was too hot, more like March to be doing this sort of work. Eek I couldn’t imagine doing it in the snow or some of the bitter winds and temperatures that we have sometimes experienced at this time of year. I know it’s a way of rooting with the countryside but I’m still so pleased that we left tending an olive grove off our list of holiday house check-list.