When Del got up the next morning, Kim was making pancakes and both of them were nursing hangovers. They didn’t chat much. They’d done all their talking the night before, staying up into the wee small hours, discussing everything under the sun. Life, love, philosophy – the state of the world.
Del left after breakfast with a promise to catch up again soon. On the drive home, her mind was awhirl with all they’d discussed, especially her plans for the farm. Kim had been full of help and good advice.
Del told her that Darby was losing lambs to foxes. Kim had promised to give Del two puppies from Frosty’s litter. Del told her that the vineyards were being smothered with grass and weeds, but that she didn’t want to use herbicides so close to the budding bunches of grapes. Kim had advised her to
