Some of my best memories of Greece are sitting with the ancient, gnarled olive trees in the heat. The dust on the ground hot and dry. I loved drawing the twisting, hole-filled trunks and I remember finding outgrown insect shells stuck to them. She is a lovely, lithe little tree!
this is my favourite olive tree 
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Some of my best memories of Greece are sitting with the ancient, gnarled olive trees in the heat. The dust on the ground hot and dry. I loved drawing the twisting, hole-filled trunks and I remember finding outgrown insect shells stuck to them. She is a lovely, lithe little tree!
yes, Valerianna, lying with your back on a trunk in the middle of an ancient olive grove in midday heat you can believe in magic, nymphs, anything!!
wondrous tree! and such a magical leash! i just know i'm going to hear the saint begging for one in pink!
pink!wow!madder??
happy reading your latest posts...when in Amsterdam again....I live close by...
love you
olive trees. met them while in turkey
yvette..definitely!
jude, maybe, one day, we'll meet in an olive grove.
lately i have been craving large
quantities of olives.
just eat them with my fingers.
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