As summer wanes it unfolds in patterns of warm light and lingering beauty. The olives are striving towards ripeness and the entire Ranch catches it's collective breath before we head into harvest.
Fog in the valley
There is a melancholy wistfulness to summers parting and the arrival of fall but with the longing comes a light ethereal and worthy of any taking of breath. Perhaps it is the shadow of the light, fragile and surprising, that creates the ache that signals that the season of promise has passed. Or is it the ornate beauty of the golden California landscape and the knowledge that you will never make anything so magnificent? It's time to slow down, to think and to plan. There is a rumbling below the surface at the Ranch as we set ourselves right and get ready for the olive harvest.