My daughter gave me an olive tree for my birthday. Her name is Olive. “O” for short.
I thought about getting one for a while, but I was afraid it wouldn’t grow here since I’m not familiar yet with what I can grow here in Texas. I wasn’t willing to pay the money to take the chance of it dying. I’m not familiar with olive trees so I wasn’t sure what to do.
But my daughter had faith in me, I guess, and gave me “O.”
It was a gift for my soul.
It represents a dream of a trip to the south of France and an alfresco dinner with family and crunchy bread.
It represents the history of the Mediterranean.
It represents peace.
Thanks Katie Bug.