"Sheep, sheep!" You call and they all pull their heads out of the grass and look at you.

They are Ouessant sheep. They hail from France and as far as I am concerned, anything French is alright by me.

I walk by them and call this out first thing in the morning before I check on the chickens and gather their eggs-I have been babysitting.

The water thingy in the chicken coop leaked. So, midweek, I found myself shoveling wet hay and grabbing new straw in my black cashmere because I am silly like that. But, god, do I love it. I love farm work. It feels so right.

And Jordan made sure I started harvesting the kale as I have this new habit of not nourishing myself (bad nutrition educated woman!)

So farm fresh eggs and kale it is for this monk on Highway One.

Ah, but so fulfilling life has been (this after a mercury retrograde suckiness). In addition to other tasks, I now get to do production, so this week been back in the cellar. I didn't realize how much I missed producing artisan delectables from my own harvest experience to making cidre with Norma or foie gras/confit with Norma and Paul or curing those salmon eggs in Alaska. This week my hands have been all over the champagne bottle- bottling, caging, loading up the riddling rack. I love it. I love a job where I get to do everything. Keeps a curious gal on her toes!

My day off is jam packed with photography and I sit, on my Friday night, completely fulfilled at being pushed and challenged and using my skills. I have been trying to figure out interior photography for a really long time and it is really, really hard. Unless you can afford a lot of gear, then maybe it is better. I shot all day in the homes of Inverness and Point Reyes, beautiful, eclectic homes and got a few shots I am proud of.

Being of purpose, feels so damn good. Sitting down to a glass of wine after working hard all week long is such satisfaction. And having people you like all around...mmm...so good.

Blogs are dead, this I know. So, I write just write. Because I have been doing it all these 9 years, I don't know how to stop...or what to write...let's just post pretty pictures and pretend it's all gonna be alright, k?

xx