A few weekends ago we went up north to our "farm" which isn't so much as a farm as it is a piece of land with mostly olive trees.
What makes it special is the adjacent pine and oak forest and the fact that between the olives the previous owners also planted yellow plum and some fig trees.
We went up there this summer and came home with about 50 kilo of plums - distributed among my husbands sisters. I made jam out of most of them.
There are still some olives on the branches but most have been turned into olive oil already.
What makes it special is the adjacent pine and oak forest and the fact that between the olives the previous owners also planted yellow plum and some fig trees.
We went up there this summer and came home with about 50 kilo of plums - distributed among my husbands sisters. I made jam out of most of them.
There are still some olives on the branches but most have been turned into olive oil already.
In a country mostly devoid of trees that change colors and leaves, going to the farm is as close as it gets to autumn.
Among others things: I love going there in every season. Because the air is clean and smells of forest and pines.
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