AficioNada

shy as a mole, lone (but not lonely) as a young surfer I saw in Bolinas"Moles" - Mary Oliver

Under the leaves, under
the first loose
levels of earth
they're there -- quick
as beetles, blind
as bats, shy
as hares but seen
less than these --
traveling
among the pale girders
of appleroot,
rockshelf, nests
of insects and black
pastures of bulbs
peppery and packed full
of the sweetest food:
spring flowers.
Field after field
you can see the traceries
of their long
lonely walks, then
the rains blur
even this frail hint of them -- 
so excitable,
so plush,
so willing to continue
generation after generation
accomplishing nothing
but their brief physical lives
as they live and die,
pushing and shoving
with their stubborn muzzles against
the whole earth,
finding it
delicious.

I've been a bit of a mole lately, shy as a hare, 

traveling among the appleroot. 

Or, more specifically the roots of vines. 

But, I am alive and thriving here in the Napa Valley. 

I don't plan to post as regularly as I once did. 

But I am present; 

I still want to record some of the dreamy, romantic, inspiring

moments I continue to take in every day 

(all of the things I once read - 

on a more famous blog - that wine blog readers are sick of. 

Here's an honest moment for you: 

I didn't start this blog for the readers. I didn't have any!).

Right now, someone has black eyed peas on the stove, 

chicken roasting and a bottle 

of too warm Tuscan IGT from Ornellaia being slightly 

chilled down. For me.

I know, country wine from that famous Tuscan name. 

What better way to casually celebrate Monday, 

and all the good things the start of a week brings with it?