Vince Vecchione left a mound of gravel in the pasture which we’re going to spread to give the water and snow a chance to run off in the winter, it gets intense and boggy there when it rains or snows. Maria, of course, a Pagan at heart, climbed right up to the top and said the soil felt great on her feet.

Who else walks barefoot in a pasture?

She asked me if I wanted to take my shoes and socks off and climb up. I passed. She called to Fate who scampered right up to the top. Fate looked down at Gus, gleeful and taunting challenging him to come up if he is such hot stuff.

Gus gave it a shot but didn’t get far. Like me, he thought better of it. It seemed the perfect image to me of the farm. I imagine next time, Gus will be right up there.