Late winter.
#london #architecture (at London, United Kingdom)
Experience it.
#smallsteps #artistschangetheworld (at London, United Kingdom)
Parrot tulip.
#tulips #flowers #botanical #springblossoms (at At Home in Napa)
Parrot tulips.
#dailyblooms #tulips #springiscoming (at At Home in Napa)
Sardinian sheep’s milk cheese with black truffle (Moliterno al Tartuffo).
#cheese #blacktruffle #breakfast (at At Home in Napa)
Late winter colors.
#california #carneros #napa (at Napa, California)
It’s time!
#california #seed #garden #gardening (at At Home in Napa)
Mother Nature flashing a little thigh…
#california #springblossoms (at Sonoma, California)
Mother Nature showing a little thigh…
#california #springblossoms (at Sonoma, California)
After the rains.
#california #napariver (at Napa, California)
Winter rains finally cease
and morning broke
with azure sky and silver lining clouds
the color of young lambs’ wool.
Aromas of soaked earth
dank manure
the tang of blood and mineral
fill the nose,
awakening the senses
to the reality of farm life.
One Shot John
a master artisan
of mobile slaughter
the last of his kind
true to his moniker
laid to rest
the 216 pound pig
a mix of Berkshire, Duroc and Red Wattle
quickly, cleanly, humanely
without instilling terror of transport
from her land.
The rifle’s pop
ricocheted through bosomy hills
scattering the blackbirds
to escort her energy
to the heavens,
sending shivers of gratitude
and remorse
through my being.
With a silent nod,
quick dispatch and little fanfare,
she was washed
shaved
and eviscerated;
the heart and kidneys to be pan-fried
the liver made into pâté
by hands more talented than my own,
never a morsel wasted.
Knives sharpened
towels cleaned
table scrubbed
spices gathered and toasted
grinder and casings at the ready,
the butchery begins in two days time
a macabre ritual
of life
and death
and sustenance.
#farming #pig #food
(at Hudson Vineyards)
A blast of color on a gray, wet February Monday.
#dailyblooms #flowers #monkeyflower (at At Home in Napa)
“I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore, where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow comes near us no more; soon, far from the rose and the lily and the feet of the flames would we be, were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea.”
William Butler Yeats
Irish poet 1865-1939
#shorebirds #california #yeats (at Point Reyes National Seashore)
Calla lily.
#california #dailyblooms #flowers
Bark.
#nature #trees🌳 #colorsofnature (at Napa, California)
Noodles.
#freshpasta #lasagna #laboroflove (at At Home in Napa)
Late morning break in the fog.
#california #nature #worththewait (at Stinson Beach, California)
Camellia.
#valentines #nature #dailyblooms
Turkey tail mushrooms (Trametes versicolor).
#california #mushrooms #fungi #nature
“The more clearly we can focus on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.” -Rachel Carson
#california #nature #rachelcarson (at Stinson Beach, California)