This is the moment of sweet release as the rain parts from the clouds.
Once more the storm wracks gather over the Atlantic.
Love cares about the big picture as well as the weakest, most insignificant individual.
The sweet gift of early Autumn rain descended upon the Dehesa yesterday.
It is an indivisible part of our being.
The cloudscape changes as Autumn lays its mellow hands upon the Dehesa.
The wild horses of Saladaviciosa move slowly through the ecology as they search for greenery amongst the great desiccation.
After the harvest came the bottling process.
Today 14kg of the finest Italian San Marzano plum tomatoes have been picked.
In the shady and humid places of the ecology, life flourishes despite the great desiccation elsewhere.
This last week the Dehesa has become a crucible of unseasonable early autumn heat.
A tomb from an immemorial age lies forgotten and overgrown.
Drawn by ancient senses, I am led to this oasis in the midst of the great dessication.
So many tales are graven into the trunk of this wild olive.
A magnificent trap woven through the dense thorn scrub on the mountain.
As it has for a thousand summers, this venerable wild olive patiently waits for the autumn rains.