The last week of November is here. Thanksgiving is this week. I really don’t know where the time goes. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know.
My morning walks continue and even though the mornings are chilly, I still get out of my warm bed and wander through the vineyard. My feet wander just as much as my thoughts wander.
So, here are some random photos and some random thoughts.
Frost is beautiful even though it is cold.
The jabalí (wild pigs) sink in the plowed field just like I do.
I didn’t expect to have this huge truck pass me on my walk. Of course, once it drove past me I had a good idea of what it was hauling but I still had to stop and watch where it was going and what it was doing. Manure delivery time. Steamy, smelly, but very beneficial manure.
Sunlight is glorious.
I love the personalities of the old vines. What stories could they tell of their time in the vineyard?
It is a good thing that olives can’t just be picked off the trees and eaten…cause I would eat them all. They were harvested this past weekend.
Even things that are in the winter of their existence on earth are beautiful.
Wool is very hardy. Somehow this remnant of the sheep’s visit is still clinging to the vine many months later.
And…if I were a painter I would be sure to paint these scenes.