If there is a tree that we can say is part of the nature of the Mediterranean culture, that undoubtedly is the olive tree.
What a wonderful tree, I have always been fascinated by its roots in life, there is no other like it. You uproot it, you leave it lying on the ground, you think it's dead and he takes his time, it may even take a few years, if the weather helps a bit, he relives it, and one day the green resurfaces among his dry roots. Its capacity for resistance is amazing.
That is why today we can enjoy authentic living treasures. True survivors for centuries of raw winters covered in snow and summers under scorching suns and yet tireless workers who with their fruit have delighted without differentiating rich or poor, nobles or slaves, regardless of whether those who cared for them were Iberians or Romans, Arabs or Christians. We have a lot to learn.
They are not majestic trees, they do not reach impressive heights. They are rather rough, robust, with broad and rough trunks, sometimes rolled and folded on themselves forming strange figures. As young people, some tens of years old, they tend to have a compact trunk, which over the years tends to open and there are hollows where birds nest and small animals such as mice and snakes are housed; then those spaces widen and become small caves that take advantage of larger animals such as wild cats, badgers, foxes. Finally, when centuries have passed watching sunsets, they become dreamlike places where children fly with their imagination between medieval castles, ships crossing seas or perfect shelters to prepare their magical potions. A fantastic space to play while the rest of the family picks the olives.
There is a lot to tell about the olive trees, we will do it, it is our commitment.