I’ve been drafting my “Happy Animals” post, which I’m sure will sate my internet quota for cute animal photos, but instead I feel moved to post this, with rather less thought (and bulk).
My first real morning here alone, and I woke to a farm drenched in clouds.
Clouds billowed into the shed as I went to go feed and milk the goats, clouds obscured our view walking down the alley to their paddock. Clouds like a physical creature slinking through the valley, defying the sun to chase them off.
For comparison’s sake, here’s nearly the same view two days earlier: a crystal clear, beautiful winter day:
Isn’t this place just something else? To the right are the olive trees, where Tansley harvests what becomes their delightful Frantoio and Manzanillo fresh-pressed olive oils, and to the left is the scraggled orchard of apple trees that produce their L’Orpheline apple cider. Down the hill in the foreground there’s a dam that the geese and dogs enjoy swimming in, as well as visiting ducks, and at the top of the hill and beyond are the vines that produce a gorgeous Pinot Noir, as well as the “upstairs chooks” as I refer to them, and the back paddocks where the bulk of the sheep are currently grazing. You may notice a few ship in front of the apple orchard in the second photo above; those are the boys, an old ram named Kenny and three precious youngsters named Chico, Olaf, and Gary. I’ll introduce you properly in a later post, but I just wanted to marvel for a minute at what a wonder this place is.
Now, however, I’ve got to get to my first freelancing gig, editing romance novels for e-publication. My inner 12-year-old is in palpitations.