In Italy we can see olive trees of different shapes, tall, very high, along the hills of Lake Garda and in Liguria, more full-bodied and squat in Umbria, Tuscany, majestic and imposing in Puglia and southern Italy, cultivated with experimental cultures as hedges in new plots. Walking in an olive grove, for those who appreciate its importance, is an engaging experience, the trees, each tree, apparently similar to the other, has its own personal history, which depends on the years it has, the care received, the diseases it has had, by how it has been pruned and followed over the years, by the light that follows him in the day and that he follows. They are moving plants, in their generosity and in the care they need, in the passion they arouse in the old farmers, in the new young people who approach them, in the fact that in the villages there are people who know how to appreciate them, follow them, cultivate them, with a passion and love that comes from years of experience: there are people who are expressly called to revive sick or neglected plants, and give them life back.
