Sitting quietly gazing out of the window

Sitting quietly gazing out of the window, I spied an olive tree young healthy a sparrow dropped into the left hand twigs I noticed a sign which said our olive tree, our olive tree in north east England what a presumption, an olive tree young and healthy. My mind flew to a road in Spain the earth festooned in grey olive trees the wind blowing up the dust..... I returned to the solitary sprig.