Tucked away in the misty Malibu mountains is a private farm filled with rows of avocado, lemon, fig, and orange trees, baby goats frolicking, donkeys begging for an ear scratch, and dreamy ocean views – basically my heaven on earth.
I am always so excited and grateful when we’re invited up for an evening of avocado picking and a sunset, potluck picnic in the grove. We arrive armed with duffle bags for avocados, picnic blankets, snacks and chilled rose champagne.
The kids and dogs run wild between the rows of trees while the ladies relax and chat about our current book club book (in the meantime my dad furiously picks fruit, squirreling away a huge stash of avocados in the trunk of my car – a commodity as valuable as gold to a Southern Californian).
This visit to the farm we had an actual job to do – other than the usual drinking of champagne and discussions on our latest Whole Foods snack discovery – bottle-feeding six-day-old orphaned goats. They were rejected by their mothers shortly after birth and require a bottle every two hours. They are cheeky, full of energy, and always ravenous – quite like my little Vivienne actually! As always, we left the farm at dusk with our hearts and cameras full, children exhausted, and more avocados than we know what to do with.
Until next time!
Photos taken by the incredibly talented Erin from Hello Pinecone Photography.