Winter Vineyard

The vines growing on this hill have been pruned and mustard planted between the rows of vines as a cover crop. When it blooms, the vineyards take on a whole new look. It will be awhile before bud break on the vines, but the trees are ready to leaf out any day.

My watch stopped, so took it in for a new battery and cleaning at the jewelry store downtown. I have worn it for so many years that I can't imagine not having it in working order. It is one of the few things that hasn't doubled in price over the last two years, although the necessity for changing the seal (whatever that is) renders it considerably more than the price of a battery.  

Theoretically I should be taking on a whole new look after an Intense Pulsed Light treatment on my face today. It had better be worth it, for it felt like some kind of medieval torture, despite a topical anesthetic and regular applications of ice. I am still paying for my misspent youth on the beach in Southern California., but have managed one way or another to avoid having to have any kind of surgery on my face either for a biopsy or to remove a squamous cell skin cancer to which I am depressingly prone, so I suppose this was worth it.

I am more than usually ready for my glass of wine, even though the sun is still up at 5:25pm and Fergus and friends have yet to begin their nightly chorus. My neighbor Cindy called last night and was laughing at how loud they are. She had been walking Hazel the basset hound down the street and realized that they Fergus must have recruited family and friends from the entire block as she didn't hear them anywhere else.