It was all set up, the labor would be at the ranch to help us pick our olives, our miller would  begin to press our olives in the late afternoon and then the moment of truth, tasting the fist drizzle of oil as it comes form the press. A lot of hard work and passion goes into making our olive oil.  Not to mention the nervousness of trying to get it all to meld together perfectly.  Mother nature  let us know she is in charge just as we began to trust in her! Tonight as I write this, we are still waiting to harvest. You see, we harvest by hand the old -fashioned way. ..the way  olives have always been harvested. The only difference is that we have planted the trees in a new syle; very close together. The dirt is wet wet wet. I walked out  in the drizzle this afternoon and grew about a foot and a half, which isn't at all bad it just gets heavy under my feet.. We are nervous, anxious and excited. Soon we will have the new seasons' olive oil.