The drear outside is making me dream about the days when my Dad finally gives into my Mom’s coaxing to start up a wine vineyard (which absolutely must happen)…the air will be warm and dry and on a good day there’ll be a breeze blowing with thin, ribbon-like, wispy clouds in the sky. The best part of all will be the sunshine making everything look like it was created in a lovely, golden hour. Can you imagine picking and eating grapes off the vine? When I go home to celebrate my 21st birthday this summer there will be a great clamoring on the morning of the grand ‘ol day while I force everyone to pile into the car to drive out to wine country so that we can all feel right nice under the sun, rows and rows of grapevines stretching for miles around us.
