…something (or someone) comes along to tell you different!
We were in the middle of a heavy olive picking session this week, in the bottom grove where it was so lovely and sunny that it was (almost) a pleasure to be out picking olives. It was shortly after lunch, so we were in the lovely stage of having a brief surge of energy.
Up turns one of our friends, driving down the track to find us (the tree shaking machine makes a very distinctive noise, so we were easy to find). An interruption was not really what we needed, but when friends turn up for a chat, work must stop! It’s only polite.
He gazes around at our land.
Not many olives in your nets,
says he. I’m shocked. It is a really good year for us, and we thought we had loads of olives! But he’s probably right – his land is at a lower altitude, in a warmer situation, so his yields will naturally be higher than ours.
Then he adds
You’ve left olives on the trees. Ana should go behind Kenton with a long stick and hit the last olives off the tree
Now really. He’s right, we do leave olives on the tree – maybe up to 20-30 per tree. But there are only the 2 of us picking, so we play the percentages. It would take an extra 20 minutes to knock the last olives from the tree, in which time, we can move the nets and shake a new tree. So for us, that doesn’t make sense.
You can see his point. He generally works in a team of at least 4 men, where you have the extra labour needed to do this. Plus, he learned from his father, and the thought of wasting anything, even a single olive, is just untenable.
So he left shortly after commenting on our poor harvesting techniques, smug in the knowledge that once again, he’s proved himself right!