Olive the name Olivia.

Alas, I don’t make girls.

On the other hand, the olive tree is in fruit.

the olives out back

So I picked some for a brining project.

I picked some for brining

I have no idea what I am doing! Does anyone out there have any pointers?
I’m following Mother Earth New’s “Cure Your Own Olives.” There are no expectations attached to this project, other than pure curiosity; this year the yield is low and this batch will be small. In fact, at this point, the joy is all in the harvesting–the sun on my shoulders; the cats gophering around my feet; the dog looking up at me with a ball in his mouth, just waiting; the feeling of connection I get with this land, caring for everything living on it and taking, in return, a small harvest in thanksgiving. It’s great.

One Reply to “Olive the name Olivia.”

  1. Ah, good on you. The girls pick our olives off and bounce them aroung the trampoline. Terrible I know, we just aren’t cultured enough for olives :/

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