About The Olive Grove Diary
A little more about our place, how this diary began, and the slow work that fills our days among the olive trees.
We came to the Beira interior for the quiet rhythm of the seasons and the chance to learn from the land. The place we found was more ruin than home, and the work asked for patience — stone by stone, terrace by terrace, tree by tree.
Those slow days taught us their own kind of time: pruning and mending, listening for water, watching wildlife return. This diary gathers what we're learning — field notes, recipes, and the small experiments that happen when you give a place your attention.
It took almost five years to secure the habitation license and make the house truly livable. There were long stretches when we wondered if it would ever happen, but the trees kept growing, and so did we. Looking back, that waiting shaped the best parts of this life.
I didn't start the blog then — it felt too uncertain — but now that we're finally here, I'm writing. You'll find stories from those years woven in with what's happening now. If you're new, start with a few recent posts on the home page, or just say hello — we're glad you're here.