The olive tree is blessed. No matter if we treat it well or bad, it always offers us something. The more care we take, the more we get. Agriculturists advise us on pruning and fertilizing. Following their instructions we get considerably better olive oil. I have one thousand trees in 14 plots of land. Our plots are small and all on slopes. The perennial olive tree accompanies us from our birth to our death. It is no coincidence that a local folk rime says it all explicitly:

“How many generations you raised,
how many lanterns you lit
My olive tree, with your oil
you baptize, heal and bury.”