it is very early. angela has gone to try her hand at milking the animals, and i have opted for the vegetable garden this morning. zucchini flowers! last night mario made some delicious dinner with swordfish steaks and octopus simmered as a stew with white wine, oregano, and shallots. easy and absolutely delicious, served over toasted bread, in manner of boulaibaisse (sp?). we had olives that he harvested and cured himself, spicy cayenne pepper salami his friend in calabria sent him, and swiss chard. lovely. was so exhausted, practically crawled to my room afterward, climbed into bed, and commenced to cry (sob) for about half an hour. sweet angela handed me tissues and consoled me and whispered "sleep, sleep, i know, you're just exhausted, thats all...itll seem like a dream in the morning", and she was right. woke up this morning with my eyes all crusted over from tears, wiped them away, did some stretches, and it all went out of my head. have reached a conclusion and im gonna stick with it.

so today i take the milk we got yesterday and use it to make cheese! ill let yall know how it goes. oh! funny story, but ill write it later. im a hero to sheep everywhere!
ok, work time
love, ele