26/06/2025
The Olive Tree: Quiet Beauty, Deep Roots
In Provence, the olive tree is more than just part of the view — it’s part of the story.
Some trees are hundreds of years old, their trunks twisted like sculpture, weathered by mistral winds and sun. Others are young and hopeful, growing in neat rows in the fields or in terracotta pots outside a stone doorway, their silver-green leaves catching the light.
We see them everywhere — lining quiet lanes, dotting hilltops, standing sentinel beside village chapels. Some are grand, others small enough to carry home — but all carry the same timeless elegance.
The olives themselves? Picked fresh, cured, pressed into oil, folded into tapenade. Served in small bowls at apéro, tossed onto salads, tucked into warm bread. Always simple. Always local.
There’s something deeply grounding about being near olive trees — whether walking among the old groves, brushing past a potted one on a balcony, or watching the light play through their leaves at sunset. They remind us to slow down. To endure. To grow steadily, no matter the season.
