Dust. Dust. Dust. dust. bust. pust. qust. think that one’s a scrabble word? All I can smell right now is dust. My wine smells like dust, my “clean” clothes smell like dust. My eyes are leaking dust, I can’t hear out of my left ear ’cause I think it’s full of DUST.
We started off the week at Sesto Cielo’s 10 acres, ambitiously believing we could shank it all in 2 days. HAH! my friends. The heavens above have something else in store for our little orchard, fallowed be thy name. We managed to shank the NW quadrant in 3 days and I am trying to maintain supreme positivity that we might have a fighting chance over old apple roots come spring time.
Oh, please Dawg tell us that we are not, dare I admit? LOCO? Loco comes from the Arabic lawqa meaning foolish. Suffice it to say, that perhaps we should name this block of the vineyard the Lawqa Block.
Yours in Dust,