But accident or no accident. Ripe or not. Olive harvest officially began today. And amidst the cold and rain that threatens to cause great amounts of emotional trauma, I found the idealic act of growing olives and the fall olive harvest something to celebrate. To think that somewhere in the much warmer hillsides of Tuscany, olive farmers will be soon beginning their harvest brought feelings of warmth and happiness to my heart.
The tender green foliage reminded me of the emerald treasure that is fresh olive oil from the press.
And for a moment in time, the world felt much warmer - a very brief moment.
I've sung the praise of my Leccino olive for a while now. And to be completely honest, I approach this olive tree with feelings of nervousness. I am attached. You know those zonal denial plants that just have to make it?
I have actually questioned not planting the arbequina olive instead of leccino. My reasoning is that arbequina seems to have slowed down on tender new growth. That and the arbequina is loaded with fruit - mostly pepper corn sized but with the odd legitimate olives. But I wonder if this early hardening off of arbequina makes it a superior performer, or if leccino is just more vigorous under cooler growing conditions?
I guess that is all apart of the experimental process. "It's all for the cause," I say. And as I dream of hillsides with olive groves and the excitement of the 2012 PNW olive harvest, I find joy.
And it is with that sense of joy that I am happy to announce OLIVE SEASON! (it sounds warm!)