Moon over Martinborough ...by Jared Gulian
Rick and I had been living in the country for only a couple of months when Rick’s city friend Fiona came to visit. Fiona is like a graceful, exotic bird you feel compelled to pamper and adore, and Rick had promised her a relaxing country weekend far away from her stressful professional life. So it caused us great concern when, just hours after her arrival on Friday evening, our tap water suddenly stopped running.
Our farm lawyer, Gingerale (affectionately known as “Ginge”) died in his sleep the first night I got back to the farm last visit. He was a cat who always had an opinion on everything and his insights were always valuable if not a little odd sometimes.
