Not my farm mind you ... ours is not really that farm-like. I'm at Crow Farm in the tiny burg of Kennedyville, Maryland. Over three hundred hundred acres of land with cattle, pigs, chickens, barn cats, miniature horses and lots of geese flying overhead.
Like a cat, I've found my perch inside the glass enclosed alcove that lets me hear the birds, enjoy the last bit of sun and see the calves frolicking in the browned pasture. My beloved is upstairs in our room at this lovely B&B - he is resting from a rather frenetic work week that began 7 days ago, and now we have a break. Ahhhh.... a much needed break. Each day, we worked with sales reps, Rick with one, I with another in various towns here on the Eastern Shore - Annapolis, Baltimore, Washington DC, Wilmington, etc. At the end of the week we took part in a winemaker dinner, then a pouring/bottle signing the next day, then another pouring/bottle signing the next day followed by a long drive to the coast for another winemaker dinner which we arrived at just in time to haul our suitcases up the stairs, breathlessly change clothes then hurry downstairs to mingle and promote our product.
We've been invited to this quaint little bit of quietude in the country by our hosts Judy and Roy. They have a newly planted vineyard and are currently planning a winery for the property. Rick is a wealth of knowledge and has already given them a pretty good pruning lesson. We'll chat later about more of the winery plans and how they began the project that is Crow Farm. In the meantime, I'm soaking up every bit of country solitude that I can. Work begins again tomorrow.
The top photo was taken the day we arrived, the one here is the next morning.
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