I'm still looking out but, now it's raining , and , cozy. Felt good enough to read yesterday and started a book I'v had by my bed for ages, it's called "The Olive Harvest" by Carol Drinkwater, A Memoir of Love, Old Trees, and Olive Oil. I enjoyed the glimps into French culture, but , especially the love of the olive tree. My Manly Man and I had the opportunity a few years ago of going to Italy to help with the olive harvest. We followed the olives we picked and watched them pressed into olive oil , which , we got to bring home. Needless to say it was the vacation of a lifetime. How can you look at an olive tree, hundreds of years old , and not be taken away in its beauty and history.