Harvest continues. 🫒
My father, moving slowly on the little tractor,
speaking to the olive trees in the same quiet way he always has.
Branches shaking, nets filling,
and that scent of earth and patience you can’t fake.
This is how every drop is born:
hands, time, silence, repetition.
The season goes on…
and what you’ll receive soon isn’t just olive oil.
It might even solve your Christmas-gift dilemma and reveal something only when the box is finally opened. 🎄⚡😉
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