The crisp waft of fresh green unpolluted serene smell of the morning air always brightens any day doesn’t it? Perhaps I savor my “dark” early mornings to a point where I treat it more like a cult like ritual approach that none other in their right minds would understand. Or maybe the giddy feeling of “accomplishment” dealt by waking up early, and knowing my days will be longer…seems a bit too personal. How ever one would see the brisk early morning hours, it’s nothing compared to a productive perspective. All this rattling and weird fuzzy sensation about the morning delights may not make sense to most of us, but for an individual who relishes and depends on the perfect early A.M. for their day-to-day concoction of labor is priceless. Fisherman and farmers alike, live for the early break of sunrise. Knowing when the fishies are active and when and where to get the right spots on time are all crucial for a productive time out in the sea. And for farmers alike who’d need to harvest specific crops under specific process/procedure are all under scrutinized time in order to maintain the qualitative characteristics their crops are capable of producing from the beginning to end. As obvious as I may be inferring, I’m talking about the process of an extra virgin olive oils.
A day in life of harvesting season is quite relaxing for those who are able and patient. From sunrise to sunset, a full 12 hours time of laborious activity, absorbing the sunlight, and depending on which season, the formidable climate. From pulling, pushing, climbing, dragging, lifting, and often times picking tasks are not the only thing that gets tiring and dull, but combining that with a restricted time limit could be an overkill for a days work. Or in a more urban atmosphere think of it as a waiter/ess taking multiple orders, and busing tables, over a medium-sized establishment, all by themselves. It’s difficult no doubt, but not impossible. Your mind keeps moving just as your body, and you need to make every second count and avoid any unnecessary movements. You have to organize, prioritize, and capitalize your execution so to dish out/in the food on time, put a smile to that face and earn that extra tip, but more importantly for that satisfied customer to come back for another day.
Waking up near 6 in the morning, I jump up and prepare for the day. Loud and obnoxious, I wake up with a bewildering sound incomprehensible to any known man and soon orchestrate a synchronized tangent of unorthodox sounds of all available nearby objects capable of making the tiniest of a “squeak” even a rat would wake up to. To my surprise, swiftly and quietly my humble host poofed right into my room like a magician throwing me off my rhythm, half staring at me with his bloodshot hangover look the other half still asleep, and orders me to go back to sleep. A moment of silence, then he nods to the window and just leaves. Confused to what just happened and trying to make sense as to what he meant, I looked out the window, it’s raining. Like an excited child waking up on Christmas morning to check what big ol’ parents, I mean Santa, has brought me this year, I was soon disillusioned immediately like a guilty verdict for a crime I did not commit. Nervous, sweaty, and excitement had all withered away to a realization that mother nature deemed today as a no go. Nothing else to do, I strip down and hit back the sack…(To be continued)
Rain may yield great for plants, but come harvesting time, it’s the nemesis of all olive farmers second to olive fruit flies. (and for some, their significant other[s])