Today it rained all day, but a warm fire inside kept me dry.
I sat and watched the rain for a while then my friends suggested we go for a walk to visit some 500 year old ruins of a stone farmhouse in the hills. We walked down a damp dirt road, picked wild asparagus, and saw mist rising off the hills near rock outcrops, holding the heat from the sun from the previous day. I spent the end of the day up in a tiny loft space above my friends living space, to write, think (and dream). Tomorrow the Vineyard will have a fete (party) so I have to get up early to help.