The old minaret adjacent to St Nikolaos church is a perfect reminder of the way the East met the West in the town I made my home, Chania, Crete, Greece. The photographs I post all help to tell a part of a longer story that focuses on the town and its citizens, whether they are living there now, or have made their home in other parts of the world. As a newer resident, by writing about the town in this way, I am trying to put some order into the chaos that I seem to be confronted with.
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
An olive field
That was then...
The dark clump of olive trees had become an island forest among the neighbouring carefully tended fields in Fournes. It was no longer an olive grove but a jungle. The neighbour on the left - a distant cousin, as all the area is owned by related people - asked us if we were interested in cultivating the trees. We told him we couldn't even access them. So he asked us to sell him the land.
...this is now.
He cut down all the tress on the more accessible part of the field, and now he's going to plant new tress in the same spot. A new lease of life has been given to a very old piece of land. The lower part of the field will be left as it is for the time being, as it's difficult to access the trees in that area, and hence, will be too difficult to cultivate.
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Jeez that likes like hard yakka!
ReplyDeleteGood for you and him too.
ReplyDeleteAgriculture is not an easy job, but mother nature is a blessing!
ReplyDeleteIt will be nice when you see it all cultivated again.
ReplyDeleteCertainly I would prefer the first picture..
ReplyDeleteHe cut down all the trees to plant new ones? That sounds pretty radical.
ReplyDeleteWhat method would you use to harvest them there?