Musings from the Grove
I was once oblivious to the significance of the olive. As a child it was a color – a pastel shade of green – as a student it was that salty, fleshy garnish to an oft consumed frozen pizza. More recently, however, I have come to understand how this humble fruit has oiled the wheels of civilisation for Millennia. My conversion to an “Oleophile” was swift and unexpected – one inspired by the serendipitous meeting of independent passions. The first was a love for the olive tree – something that emerged after visiting the rugged beauty of the North Peloponnes in Greece.