Any Port in a Storm

We’re visiting our farm in Chianti this weekend.  The weather is windy and rainy but I don’t mind.  There is a fire in the fireplace and bread in the oven. 

I love it here: a good cook in the cucina, young leaves on the vines, chicks in the hen-house, and the addition of a puppy to the family of the caretaker.

Alas, the poor young creature has not yet taken a good look in the mirror.

I guess it’s any port in a storm.

Chow.