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Nets, Saw. Rakes. . .Ready. Set. Go. . .this year's olive harvest took place at The Stone House on the Hill last Saturday.  That quiet,...

The air was still in our olive grove this morning, unlike yesterday when gusts were strong enough to send empty flower pots and chair cushio...

We often hear them before we see them. The sound of the engines calling out the passing of those small wooden boats, each carrying a lone fi...

Just as twilight was turning the sea and sky a dusty rose on a Saturday evening two weeks ago, the blaring of horns on fishing boats broke t...