Where did the summer go?
Today is the first day of autumn and the Wine Goddess has already begun her fall gardening protocol: Relocating plants, pruning shrubs, taking down water fountains, putting patio furniture in the shed, etc. As I recline in the pergola drinking a nice, cool white wine from the Cotes du Rhone, it pains me to think that I will have to join in this annual ritual at some point, or risk losing my standing around the dinner table.
It’s a tough choice though.
The warmth of the weakening rays of the summer sun are sneaking through the willowy branches of the majestic birch tree that overhang the pergola; the effect makes me sleepy and dreamy, and I yearn for another day of bliss in Belvidere.
I’m within a s...Read More