Monday, June 18, 2007
We're staying in a house in Sonoma with a large deck covered by a grape arbor. The grapes are still hard and green, but they are ripening in the hot sun. We are draping ourselves on the sofas with cushions on the deck. There are grapes growing all around us, in all directions. We are soaking up the heat, listening to the quail rustling in the bushes, smelling the sulphur sprayed on the vines, tasting the wines made from these grapes (only two of us are doing the tasting). My younger son took this photo.