Blue Eyes; Pink Tongue

It rained well in the night, wonderful to wake up to a dust-free, washed world. Julia and I spent the morning cutting bravos and picking our first olives to begin the curing process on. Mike was laying first bit of pipes in the trench.

Upset about so many things, good just to be next to centuries-old trees, and think what they've seen happen in their time, and to begin an ancient process for something good to eat.