There is a certain amount of humor in getting older. (Humor, or sadness, and since I’m trying to create a positive spin, I’ll go with humor.)
Growing up in wine country, I can literally count the times I’ve gone wine tasting with both hands. Of course, as I’ve gotten older, and acquired a haute appreciation for various varietals, wine tasting is akin to being a kid in a candy store. Especially in Sonoma County.
This weekend, I spent a day visiting with some old friends, drinking some fabulous wines, and retelling of stories from our past.
With over 300 wineries in this county, we made it to exactly three.
Either we started too late, or the wineries closed too soon, or we simply can’t drink like days gone by. (I’m going with theory that the wineries have better than banker’s hours, and closed much too soon.)
…until next time. I need a nap.