The weather forecast for the valley has us at about 10 days of non-stop rain. None-Stop-Rain. I just checked the forecast and we are supposed to get over an inch of rain in the next 24 hours.
And so it begins.
Long gone are the days of walking barefoot through the grass as the hot rays of the sun kiss your tan skin and drops of sweat bead up, slowly sliding down your back. We made our first fire late Sunday morning and stoked the charcoal logs until we went to bed last night.
Outside, sounds that would resemble WWI echo from all sides but the normalcy of cannons and shotguns being fired start to go unnoticed and everyone goes about their day knowing that it is necessary. This is wine country after all and as we near harvest, the threat of bird damage to the grapes has to be controlled. Someway or another.
As I enter my second season in my new home I once again find myself learning something new. I’m use to rain. I grew up in Seattle after all, but that was different. Here, I’m miles away from entertainment that is at your fingertips and any friends for that matter. Instead I may have to dig a little deeper and find that girl who was once so creative and imaginative. Maybe this is perfect weather to finally teach myself how to sew or heaven forbid, maybe its perfect weather to cozy up on the couch and read a book. An actual book.
That sounds delightful. Any recommendations?