We needed a little break this weekend. On top of all the family drama and hair pulling of the past few days there was also our apartment. It just sits there threatening us with all its crap begging to be packed away but us having no where to put it.
So we got in the car and drove far far away, trying to get as far from our little warehouse as possible and wound up here.
It's James Arthur Vineyards, and I was going to do everything possible to get my husband out of his "I'll only respond with one or two words because I'm in a mood worrying but I don't want to think about what's bothering me; instead I'll just make everyone around me miserable too" funk.
They had an ingenious thought for what to do with some old wine bottles and turned it into what looks like a dispersal sprinkler system. Or it could just be lawn art, I only stopped long enough to take a quick picture. Sorry to get your hopes up like that.The blue bottle's my favorite and not just because the bottle is lovely. We both got a glass of wine and settled outside with most of the other patrons to take in the gorgeous and for once not 90 degree day.
This is Edelweiss, about the only wine I've found so far that I can drink like grape juice. It reminds me a lot of those Meyers sparkling grape juices you can get around the holidays (and being a Methodist I am a connoisseur of sparkling grape juice), light and fruity with barely any alcohol taste.
In fact, I even finished mine off before my husband.All gone!
We got up and wandered the grounds a bit. Some because I wanted to take pictures but mostly because I love paths and wandering absentmindedly on them. I have to figure out just where it leads because I'm crazy like that.
In this case it lead to the 1800's:I swear we don't all have covered wagons sitting in our backyard in Nebraska, just some of us.
And what's the point of going to a vineyard if you can't wander among the grape vines?Not quite as imposing as a corn field. It's a little hard to picture an evil scarecrow ripping through the Napa Valley hell bent on getting a Merlot.
I'll leave you now with scenes of baby wine.
It was a lovely little getaway. Eventually we made our way back to the apartment and consigned ourselves to spending the next two weeks trapped in a cardboard maze, but for a few hours we got to wander in bright sunshine with nary a box in sight.
Do you have a special little getaway place? Somewhere that's probably thought to be a bit fancier but you can just relax in beauty?