I really love old olive trees. They remind me of ancient junipers in that they seem like, well, like old humans. So much character, wisdom, experience, and arboreal memories contained within the dense, gnarled, girthy trunks. Ahh, if only they could speak. The stories they could tell!
In other news: We have slow and sporadic internet now, meaning we’ll be able to post a bit more frequently in short order.