The Olive Harvest: A Memoir of Love, Old Trees, and Olive Oil

Carol Drinkwater

"The stars shimmer like spilled handfuls of glitter. The day is beginning to rise with a faint mist. As I turn my head, ghostly halos, auras of light, appear and disappear ...The silence is truly awesome. Not a bird, not a whisper of wind, not a breath of life. Only the two of us, a most implausible pai...