“He who thinks he is raising a mound may only in reality be digging a pit.” ~ Ernest Bramah A closeup of the holes being dug in yesterday’s post.  Even closer pic below.

A man’s worth has its season, like fruit. ~ Francois de La Rochefoucauld These are the cherry trees that had such beautiful fruit on them previously. Winter dormancy. Pano below.

My lover is like a sachet of myrrh lying between my breasts. He is like a bouquet of sweet henna blossoms from the vineyards of En-gedi. ~ Song of Solomon 1:13-15 (New Living Translation) Kinda depressing! Dormant for winter.

You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles? ~ Jesus in Matthew 7:16 It’s a strange sight, but living out in farmland, I am getting used to the amazing amount of food LEFT BEHIND after harvest.

I went past the field of the sluggard, past the vineyard of the man who lacks judgment; thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds, and the stone wall was in ruins. I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw: A little sleep, a…

“Water is the only drink for a wise man.” ~ Henry David Thorea The local fields are often picturesque. No exception here, see pano below.

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~ Margaret Atwood I’ve photographed this property before, but was again struck by it as I drove by. Nice. See the panos below, they move out progressively (can’t tell from the thumbnails).

I believe that if we get out of people’s way, the sky’s the limit. The sky is the limit. ~ Glenn Beck When I take the scenic route to avoid traffic on the way to work, it takes me through the hills around Dublin, CA. Beautiful farmhouses and ranches up here, very peaceful.

“It is thus with farming: if you do one thing late, you will be late in all your work” ~ Cato The Elder I hate to see so much topsoil blowing in the wind, but in the ongoing battle between farmers and the Delta Smelt environmentalists, farmers are losing.