A couple of weeks ago we had a picnic with N’s family in a chestnut grove in the nearby town of Roccamonfina. As I walked around looking at the trees, I found myself wishing we had chestnuts instead of olives. I do appreciate making our own oil but I miss green and shade and cooler climates.
A found quite a lot of moss growing on several of the trees, and I picked some of it off, collecting it for our presepe.
The oldest trees had gnarled and bulbous trunks. The detail above made me think of the face of a teddy bear.