So a new retaining wall has been built, the trench has been filled in, and this morning they planted the trees. We've chosen a whole bunch of new ones. Living in northern California means you can grow citrus, but you can also grow peaches, and cherries and other things that like cold over the winter. We're optimistically planting a pomegranate with the hope of getting fruit. Flanking it are two olive trees - a Manzanillo for green olives, and a Mission for black ones. Olives grow well in our Mediterranean climate with the bonus that they are evergreen. The additional bonus? They bring back so many memories of trips past.
Row after row of olives blanket the countryside in Tunisia. We ate olives for breakfast in Oman and Turkey. We munched on olives and other mezze in a Nabatean tomb turned bar in Jordan. Dark black olives drizzled in olive oil dotted our salads in Greece. Visiting the sacred Mount of Olives in Israel was amazing as was driving through row after terraced row of olives in the West Bank. And now a small sliver of that is growing in our backyard.