I am a lucky girl I think. I am very lucky that I have landed here at Bush-Field this year. As I’m typing this, I’m watching the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. (Albeit in the distance, but on clear days, I can see the shimmer of the ocean swells). The sky is a fire of crimson. When I went out to feed the dogs, the full moon was rising over the bay laurels behind the caboose on the other side of the property. Moon rise in one direction. Sunset in the other. I feel like Jack London when he wrote:
“The grapes on a score of rolling hills are red with autumn flame. Across Sonoma Mountain wisps of sea fog are stealing. The afternoon sun smoulders in the drowsy sky. I have everything to make me glad I am alive.”
The interesting thing is that this picture was taken almost a hundred years ago on the corner of what is now the property of Bush-Field Estate Vineyards and Winery. I went out to that corner today and looked out over Sonoma Valley and wondered how much it had really changed since that picture was taken. The Mayacamas Mountains are still there. The Sonoma Valley is there. There are probably a lot more vineyards scoring the landscape. But on the grand scale of nature, man is so insignificant.
Alan says that autumn is the best time of year at Bush-Field. He told me the other day to make sure I watched the sunsets everyday. Don’t take them for granted, he says. As autumn progresses, the each sunset out does the previous. I’m also guessing that appreciating them comes with maturity and therefore, each year seemingly out does the previous. I am just glad I am here this year.
What a nice entry. We have been taking time to watch the sunsets here. For a while we got too busy to do so and have only just started to watch them again. And in the course of a busy day, it has a calming effect on the soul and mind to take 10 miinutes or so to watch the sun go down and notice the subtle differences between tonights and last nights sun set.