All the animals have had their morning feed and as I patted and talked to the donkeys, calm in their field, a warm misty haze enveloped me. Now back in the house the light mist is beginning to roll back down the valley and the sky is blue. The leaves on the plum trees giving little "prune de cochon" are turning gold and starting to fall. The first real autumnal morning at Mas del Sol on the 14th of September. I do love the seasons.
These moments of quiet contemplation in the fields before the day begins mean everything to me.
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