Although August still falls within the depths of winter here in the Sierras Chicas, nature is already whispering that spring is not far away. Over the past week, we’ve seen the first delicate blossoms beginning to bloom, and some trees are cautiously starting to unfurl their leaves. Still, the landscape won’t truly begin to green until the first rains arrive, a moment we await with both hope and anticipation.
Winter at Estancia Los Potreros is marked by crisp nights and beautifully sunny, dry days. The skies are typically clear, the air fresh, and the light golden. The ideal weather for riding and walking, but tough conditions for pasture. With barely a drop of rain during these months, the grazing is sparse, and like all farmers, we find ourselves eagerly watching the skies.
The arrival of the first rains is always a moment of transformation. One good soaking, and suddenly the hills burst back to life - green, lush, and full of promise. In a good year, that might happen by the end of August. In a tougher season, it could be as late as December. Either way, that first rainfall always brings a sigh of relief and a lot of mud!
Despite the dry spell, there’s still plenty to be excited about. We’re welcoming the first calves of the season, and a recent litter of playful piglets is keeping everyone entertained. And just around the corner is foaling season - the first of our Criollo mares is due in early September, and we can’t wait to meet the new arrivals.
Spring may not be here just yet, but the signs are stirring. And with each new life born on the farm, we’re reminded that the land never really sleeps—it simply waits for the rain.