03 July 2008

Somewhere along row eight...

For all those gracious friends who've asked about the grapes...I offer this representative sample. Note the absence of weeds in the background. That is NOT a representative sampling of our rows.

02 July 2008

Catching what's left of the light...



It's about now when I realize that all the trappings of modern life are simply leading us astray.

01 July 2008

Connections to sainthood...

My cousin just informed me that today is the feast of St Junipero Serra, a Franciscan priest who started the first vineyards in California. I was intrigued to learn more.

It seems Fr. Serra was a successful priest in Spain when he left to do missionary work in Mexico. He entered Mexico at the port of Vera Cruz, the same port that welcomed my great-grandmother and grandmother to the west. Serra went on to help colonize and build missions in California -- including the mission of San Juan Capistrano, the beloved mission of my grandmother and the place where her funeral mass was held.

The chapel at Mission San Juan Capistrano, built in 1782, is believed to be the oldest standing building in California. It is known as "Father Serra's Church," it has the distinction of being the only remaining church in which Father Serra is known to have celebrated the rites of the Catholic Church.

Fr. Serra also is credited for bringing agriculture to California -- including grapes, figs, olives, oranges, cattle, goats, and yes, sheep.

30 June 2008

Thoughts after dark...

Every so often, life offers you a glimpse of perfection.

...maybe its 330 feet of weed-free soil...

...or, ten ewes moving through pasture shoulder-to-shoulder...

...perhaps a blazing sunset well past 9 p.m....

...or two hours of commercial-free jazz on the radio...

...freshly-picked sugar-snap peas...

...crickets...

...reflections on a productive day...

...a warm shower...

...a Faulkner short story...

...the ability to send such ruminations to you...

Perfection. It's a glimpse of heaven right here on earth. It's a hint at how wonderful life can be, when only we pause to examine ... be grateful.