There has been a farm since 1659 on the land I walk my dogs...
and whilst in quiet contemplation, I will find a little treasure in front of me.
I often wonder what poor maid got into trouble for breaking this plate or that cup...
or how long it has been lying out in this vineyard, in all the elements..
each one, a little treasure to hold.
I love holding the fragments of time..
admiring the different patterns and wondrous blues..