Harvest Season

One of these gentle humid fall days in the afternoon and my garden looks like peaceful composition, tenderly dying. Fruits are falling, into the dark creamy land, deadhead flowers send their colorful compliments, a late kiss of life, on brown shafts. Cobwebbed. They die of thirst. It seems. Too much rain. Overkill. Nature is fetching … Continue reading

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Live the yummy life of Riley

Sunny warm days and cool nights – I love it. Walk the dog and having breakfast under the trees on my way to the vineyard, where Lilly likes to hunt rabbits. Mirabelles, plums and pears (Williams) stood this morning on the menu. The trees are groaning under the weight of too many ripe fruit this … Continue reading

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