The rains have turned our land into almost-meadow. It's still scrubby and dry, but daisies and dandelions have sprung up everywhere, and even some tiny white tulips in one area. The pear tree shivers in light breezes,with pale green gold and freshly orange leaves.
This is Richie's proposed tree-house tree, a very majestic olive. The neighbours have started to lay olive nets in the surrounding groves, so we are planning to get some netting on our next trip to Lefkas town. Olive picking is relatively simple - lay nets underneath for a couple of months for the windfalls, and then use long sticks to finish off - George, Richie, this might be your job at Christmas!
This is the bottom NE corner of the land - four ancient olive trees seem to guard the entry between high hedges. This is the route we take across country, when the road is impassable. There are old tracks, footpaths or goat ways, that converge on this corner.
And this is the cross country route - this is the neighbour's land - we haven't met them yet, but we hope they don't mind us using the footpaths all the time at the moment. It's not a bad commute to work, is it?
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