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Loading... The Olive Harvest: A Memoir of Love, Old Trees, and Olive Oil (original 2004; edition 2006)| 193 | 2 | 140,489 | 
(3.63) | 1 | The third episode of a bestselling story which began with THE OLIVE FARM - now in a gorgeous new look. "The stars shimmer like spilled handfuls of glitter. The day is beginning to rise with a faint mist. As I turn my head, ghostly halos, auras of light, appear and disappear ... The silence is truly awesome. Not a bird, not a whisper of wind, not a breath of life. Only the two of us, a most implausible pair, standing shoulder to shoulder gazing upon an awakening heaven" Returning to their home after an extended absence Carol and her husband Michel are looking forward to summer together on the farm. A shocking blow leaves Carol alone and the future is uncertain. Feeling isolated and with no olives to harvest, Carol ventures beyond the farm to explore other aspects of Provencal life - from hunting to bee-keeping, the ancient language to the ever-present demands of family and friends. And ultimately, Provence's generous diversity - and Carol's own persistence in sharing it with those she loves - paves a path to joy.… (more) |
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You are gone. The river is high at my door./Cicadas are mute on dew-laden boughs./This is a moment when thoughts enter deep./I stand alone for a long while./. . . the North Star is nearer to me now than spring,/And couriers from your southland never arrive -/Yet I doubt my dream on the far horizon/That you have another friend.
-Li Shang-yin, Thoughts in the Cold  Je ne puis pas regarder une feuille d'arbre sans etre ecrase par l'universe.
I cannot look at a leaf on a tree without being bowled over by the universe. -Victor Hugo | |
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For Michel
I love the gypsy soul in you and the joys and sorrows of your changing face. | |
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A puzzling silence is the welcome that awaits us. | |
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▾Book descriptions The third episode of a bestselling story which began with THE OLIVE FARM - now in a gorgeous new look. "The stars shimmer like spilled handfuls of glitter. The day is beginning to rise with a faint mist. As I turn my head, ghostly halos, auras of light, appear and disappear ... The silence is truly awesome. Not a bird, not a whisper of wind, not a breath of life. Only the two of us, a most implausible pair, standing shoulder to shoulder gazing upon an awakening heaven" Returning to their home after an extended absence Carol and her husband Michel are looking forward to summer together on the farm. A shocking blow leaves Carol alone and the future is uncertain. Feeling isolated and with no olives to harvest, Carol ventures beyond the farm to explore other aspects of Provencal life - from hunting to bee-keeping, the ancient language to the ever-present demands of family and friends. And ultimately, Provence's generous diversity - and Carol's own persistence in sharing it with those she loves - paves a path to joy. ▾Library descriptions No library descriptions found. ▾LibraryThing members' description |
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