Sunday, October 23, 2011

We pulled over in the middle of fields to inspect a row of olive trees. Fall is here, and the farmers had left an abundance of them to dry on branches or rot in the dirt below.



We picked up a few and carried them home - a bit of Tuscany in our pocket.

13 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

well, at least they're being enjoyed and not going to waste - and i'm sure there's still plenty for the birds and animals to eat!

Raindrops and Daisies said...

Lucky you!


x

Country Mouse Studio said...

Are they edible right off the tree or do they need to be cured?

Out on the prairie said...

I love the tall narrow trees. Those olives needed cured didn't they?

Nancy @ A Rural Journal said...

So that's where olives come from! :) Just kidding -- I bet they were delicious!

PS -- I knitted the gauntlets flat, as that's what the pattern called for, plus I don't have any circular needles (yet.)

Pam said...

I love the shadowy view between the olive trees..
I wonder if smuggling Tuscan olives in your pocket is legal.. just a fleeting thought :)

Thanks for thinking of me, Allie. I saw the sweatered penguins on the telly.
What a difference the world can make when we come together as one with a single purpose.
It is a wonderful world after all!
xo,
Pam

Inger said...

We had an olive tree in our Los Angeles garden, but never ate the olives. I have no idea why. Does something need to be done to them before you them? I wonder.....

Madge @ The View From Right Here said...

I didn't know olives would grow there... do you have to cure them like a pickle? Love your image of them on the tree...

Randy said...

I love the like in this photo. Makes you want to sigh.

Ola said...

late autumn...

Pete said...

excellent use of the natural frame

Southern Lady said...

The olive groves in Greece and Italy are some of my fondest memories of travel. Why can't we have them in here in North Carolina???? Carla

From Beyond My Kitchen Window said...

What a gorgeous photo. You should make cards out of your photos from the trip. I want to reach out and pluck one from the branch.