Yes. I admit it: I am a sucker for grandkids and puppies. Not being able to help myself, I have decided that this is just the state of things in my world. Some day in the misty and distant future I may return to painting and writing something serious. Maybe.
Sarah called this morning, and I moved the dog-to-the-Lake appointment to later. Maybe tomorrow. Drove out to the Ranch, and was met by my favorite farmer, Thomas. He is full of amazing facts.
Here come more grapes! In 1/2 ton bins. Wow. Lots of grapes.
Harvest is in its first days, will go on for some time. The whole year's work and salary is right here, in these bins. Aromatic, beautiful, glistening black in the sunlight. Back home, I hear the Harvest all around me. I heard it night before last, when loud beeping and crashing bins and diesel engines and Spanish voices above the din woke me around 2:17 a.m. I don't mind being awakened by this bustle. Lord knows, it is a miracle to have a viable Harvest this year.
Thomas is learning first hand his connection to the Earth and its cycles.
I am a grateful Nonnie, with a camera.