Another gray day to pick olives. In the morning, the trees still had water on him, you stood on the sleeves of his shirt. Then slowly they are dried. Well
collection was booming, there were six, me, son, wife, in-law and cousin. A noise brings attention to all the troops and also the customers of the club across the street. The captain, the flying angel, who flies through the galaxies and planets unknown, this time a flight is much shorter, the branch beneath him Scianca making him fall to the ground, fortunately without consequences. Well, it could happen somewhere else ... even without an audience!
flights starting about noon, it starts to drizzle, it seems, but you are not seeing the rain wet itself. We stopped for a nice pasta and the usual herring that always takes my cousin, now it is tradition.
In the afternoon a bit 'wet, we continued until we could see, but not enough are left to pick olives from five plants. Probably will never be harvested because tomorrow morning is the last date with the crusher.
In total, in a day and a half we have collected about nine tons of olives.
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