Olive picking, encore

It happened back in November. This time most of the olives were black—which made them much easier to spot against the copious green leaves. Unfortunately a fair number had been infested by the olive fly—which we had to sort out as we picked. The reward was getting to take home bottles of olive oil made from the olives we’d picked the year before. Too cool.

Justin in the olive tree
I spent most of the day in the tree

Mostly black (purplish) olives with some green
The fruits of our labor

A mix of black, purple, and green olives
Melange of black, purple, and green