I don’t know why, maybe it’s the strange weather we have been having, but, I thought this weekend was the time to collect olives. However, I am a month early! They looked so ready!
June. My youngest has turned 10 and my oldest 18, I can hardly believe it.
We collected olives yesterday, with my youngest scrambling up the tree and my mother helping, (she arrived this month for a four month stay).
Winter has officially begun and it is cold outside, but inside we are warm.
June is a month of Birthdays.
It is a month, (like December) when I notice that I am in a different hemisphere.
Both of my daughters were born in June, on a Wednesday at 10 am, but in different seasons.
My first daughter was born in the summer; flowers, sun, and sandals.
My second daughter was born in the winter; sweaters, clouds, and hot water bottles.
So as I celebrate their Birthdays I feel the cold, but expect the summer heat.
I also feel the passing of time as I watch the olives on the trees turn from green to shiny black.
As June passes I see the birds stealing the olives that have gone soft and know it is time to pick. My daughters and I went out today and collected olives, luckily it was warm because they both have colds, my husband too. That’s winter.
June 2011 is when I decided to stop drinking, (because of my migraines) and two years on I am not missing it. However, because I don’t drink, I really notice how much other people do. And how often characters on the television drink. My oldest daughter and I were trying to make a list of all the characters that don’t drink alcohol…wasn’t much of a list. If any one can think of any teetotallers on the television please leave names in the comment section.
So June has gone spinning by and I have spent most of the time looking after my daughters with winter colds, watching them grow, (my oldest just turned 17, where did the years go?), and preparing myself for another visit with my eye doctor next month.
What I should be doing is spinning and weaving! Preparing for the 4th Observatorio Cultural. For anyone visiting La Serena in July come and see all the beautiful art and crafts!
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One of the nice things about writing a blog is being able to look back and see what was happening in previous years. It is winter here, but unlike last year we have not had any rain in this part of Chile. This is very worrying because we live in an agricultural area where the fields rely on water from the canals which come from a reservoir, and it is very low. No rain during the winter means the summer could be very difficult.
This week I have been looking at our olive tree and decided that this weekend the girls and I would collect olives. My youngest wiggled her way up the trunk between branches to try and get the highest olives. We collected more than last year, and in the evening I sat slicing them.
It took quite a while to do this and my fingers were black and wrinkled by the time I had finished. But it was definitely worth it.
I wrote about this last year in the fall and fruit of trees. Looking back on that post I can see that the date was almost the same. Even though this part of Chile doesn’t have very distinct seasons, plants and animals do have their cycles, and it nice to be a part of them.
This photo was taken last weekend on our camping trip. We camped in the garden of the house my mother-in-law grew up in. The house is over 80 years old, with adobe walls, and sadly showing its wear.
This window looks out in the back garden which is full of olive trees and the equipment to press the olives for oil.
Behind our house we have a small forest of Eucalyptus trees which look beautiful, but have a habit of falling down with the slightest storm.
During the rain two weekends ago the winds whipped around for a couple of hours and brought down a few trees. We were inside the house and heard them crash. When the wind had died down I went out and took some pictures. It is hard to imagine the power and weight these trees have when they fall.
After the rain the mountains above our valley were full of snow.
Next to our house we have four small olive trees which have never produced more than twenty olives, but this year one of them had a bit more. I was worried during the storm that the olives would be blown off. They weren’t, and so this morning my girls and I collected olives. Hardly buckets, in fact not much more than a kilo, but they look so nice, and I love the possibility of eating my own olives! I sliced them all and then left them soaking in salted water. Maybe we will eat them with a little goats cheese and salad.