My 2nd Posting "Olive Trees"

When I was a little child I remember this poem and wondered what olive trees looked like.

Winds through the Olive Trees,
Softly did blow.
Round little Bethlehem,
Long, long ago.

Sheep o the hillside lay
Whiter than snow,
Shepherds were watching them,
Long, long ago.

Then from the happy skies
Angels bent low,
Singing their songs of joy;
Long, long ago.

For in a manger bed
Cradled we know,
Christ came to Bethlehem
Long, long ago.

Now I've learn to love the trees and enjoy the beauty in Albania.  As we go for our walks we seem to find a lot of thing to look at, the olive trees are so amazing to us.

This olive tree is part of the fence.

 OK, this is a test what is in this picture?