You may remember that in extending the Greek Hovel I had to move two olive trees. One perished quickly, the other just about survived. But it is a battle. I have done my bit, providing fertiliser in a way that a man finds easier than a woman, one cycling champion excepted, but it looks touch and go as you can see below.
If you look carefully there are some green shoots, some signs of life. In many ways it is like the Greek economy after a few years of tender love from the EU and the banksters. So the game is not up yet. I gave it some more liquid fertiliser this morning and will make it my pet project this break to give it as much as I can provide. Then the autumn and winter rains arrive.
I am not sure that it will ever be a major producer again but I battle on with my tree, it will survive.