I can't remember what we used to do on weekends, back when we lived in the suburbs of the San Joaquin Valley and were dreaming about moving to the country. I guess we spent a lot of time driving over here and exploring, once we'd decided to start looking for houses over here, but before then it's a blur. I suppose I read farm blogs and magazines and imagined what life would be like if we had some acreage and weren't surrounded by houses everywhere.
Either way, our weekends now are filled with hard work and well-deserved pleasures after that work is done for the day (even if it's only soaking in a hot bath and getting clean). This weekend was a mix of work outside -- laying bark, watering orchards and berry patches, building fence, and occasionally stopping to bask in the fresh air and blue skies.
Last night we treated ourselves to a special Valentine's dinner at the local winery. There was a six course meal with wine parings for each one. On the menu were things like oysters, wild local mushroom soup, and pork osso bucco which was absolutely amazing. After a day spent outside working, it felt wonderful to get dressed up and meet up with a great group of people for some amazing local food and wine. This morning we got up, refreshed from the break, and hit it hard again out in the pasture and yard.
While I've been out there this weekend, I can't help but notice that spring has sprung, or is in the process of doing so:
|Raspberries have leafed out|
|Bing Cherries are budding|
|Blueberries are almost ready to blossom|
People talk about the holiday season as being a "blessed" season, but I think spring's blessings are just as sweet, as the soil and all that grows in it wake from winter's slumber and start sending shoots towards hopeful, happy blue skies.