The other afternoon I walked through the grove to look at the olives. I wanted to see how close they are to being ready to harvest.
Distracted by the beauty of sunlight on grass
The late autumn light was sloping through the sky and throwing long shadows across the vibrant green grass. The olive trees were literally soaking up all the sun, leaving patches of darkness in their wakes.
The light was so beautiful that I for a moment I forgot why I was in the grove.
Then I turned back to the trees. I walked down their rows, reached out and touched the branches, looked closely at the olives.
Posted by Moon Over Martinborough 
