This is a time of great activity in the hills surrounding the Lucca plain. The grape harvest is ending and the new wine is fermenting in tanks and barrels. By the middle of the month little 3-wheeled farm vehicles buzz up and down the narrow roads loaded with olive nets and plastic crates, empty on the way up and full of green, brown and black olives on the way down. The olive presses, dark for 9 months of the year, now run 24/7. In the mountains, chestnuts are falling to the ground and bursting out of their prickly covers, which means they're ready to be gathered and taken to the metato, the chestnut-drying hut, before being ground into flour.