Relaxing in the shade of our best producing olive tree (25 kilos in a good year) while breathing in the scent of lavender growing nearby, I couldn't avoid seeing the filament covered blue sky. Con trails from aircraft that had been torn apart by the high altitude winds ended up as this all pervasive but fine white cotton floating up above. While we have laws to prevent neighbors from growing trees that come over ones property, where are the laws to inhibit the hiding of beautiful blue skies by the intrusive planes that leave their own form of detritus behind.
Zurich to Barcelona; Moscow to Madrid; Paris to Tunis; London to Nairobi; do the sardine-packed inhabitants of these aluminum tubes realize that they are diminishing the enjoyment of thousands beneath them as they go to seek fresh pleasures? - Sounds like a grumpy old man talking.
While on the subject of olives, one of the deepest mysteries of the Luberon is the olive crop. While one tree may bear fruit prolifically, its neighbours may have a handful or even none at all. Everyone has their theories - one is better protected from the Mistral - there is not enough air circulating - there are unfriendly insects in the soil. Who knows - may be part of the glamour of olive growing is that there are no firm answers; they just don't behave like biscuits on a production line.
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