Well, we squeezed in two more solid days in the field — and I’m so glad we did! There’s something deeply satisfying about finishing up muddy, rosy-cheeked, and feeling like you’ve properly earned your dinner.
But today? A brisk 2 degrees, with snow-rain falling steadily from the sky as if winter wanted the final word.
I’m all checked in for my flight back to Istanbul tomorrow — just a quick overnight stop — and then on the 28th I’m heading to Bulgaria. Of course, I’ve checked the weather in Sofia (because hope springs eternal), and let’s just say… it’s not exactly tropical. And considering I’ll be travelling two hours from Sofia toward the mountains, chances are it will be even colder.
But! Jane has assured me she keeps her fire going 24/7. Now that is the kind of accommodation detail I like to hear. A roaring fire, snowy mountains outside, and no need to step back into a muddy field? Sounds like a perfectly timed transition.
From pruning and planting to packing and planes — the adventure rolls on.
