Our hostess Paola, a natural philosopher, said the other day that
I'm all in favour of celebrating olives. Apart from the wonderful fruit, olives trees are beautiful, especially those glorious trunks: charcoal grey, and each one a unique sculpture. Some look like long gnarled fingers digging into the earth; some of the very old trees have split themselves in two like Siamese twins, one hoary part reaching upward, the other bending elegantly in some other direction, the foliage rich and thick.
Tomorrow the nearby town of
Paola promised us a lift into Martano so we, too, can enjoy a taste of their olives, oil and other local agricultural products. They'll have artisanal cheeses, local vegetables, such as a wild green called cicoreddhe. And also, of course, there will be samplings of vino.
One of the olive groves on the way to Calimera.
In October the trees are becoming heavy with fruit