The vanishing Olive trees of Puglia

Ongoing rows of trees branches reaching binding crawling braiding trunks of olive trees capturing my senses warm breeze glides down my spine the ripened forestry handfuls delightful ripeness historic scenery as I mastered the monopoli landings the essence of extra virgin oils pour to perfection stored in tins we carry them between the lemon zest aroma of the countryside an afternoon filled with pacifying my fancy with a charming pinot noir settling down between the largest tree trunks split into from thousands of years of draping olives trees throughout the hillside magnificent magnitude strength balancing heritage while embracing culture saving the old country the vanishing Puglia