It's November and the mellow sun rays light the world with their soft brightness. A whispering breeze lingers in the air, sparking and bringing a shiver along the spine.
The olive pickers are smiling – their daily task of plucking the little purple juicy fruits is made all the easier for this gracious weather. You can hear them laugh and shout in the hills. And when evening comes, you can see the little "ape" cars roaming around the country lanes, full of baskets brimful of sacred olives, on their way to the Mill.
Oil - exceptionally green, dense, pungent and fruity... our green gold. The result of tradition sent down through the generations, of hard work and of love. Our pride.
If you are lucky enough to taste it on a slice of toasted bread – just a trickle, mind you, and a pinch of salt – you'll be hooked for good!
Oh what a beautiful month this is! Look at the trees with their rusty leaves: curling at the sides and falling gently, detaching from life and letting themselves go to the wind and to the earth... where a new life awaits them in the compost of the Earth. And the smell- of dampness, mushrooms, musky woodland and chestnuts... a feeling of slowness, of stimulating sluggishness.
This reassuring, nurturing month of Grace and Regeneration...