Sunday Morning Mountain Haiku Hummingbird morning; treading the knoll path, in search of San Francisco. ~ Hummingbird morning; treading the knoll path, in search of San Francisco.
All things Monte Bello.
It was the best of times, it was the best of times. Not unlike a broodingly alive, spiritually roller-coasted emo-drama teenager the morning after graduation ceremonies, I am currently a certifiable mash-up of emotions. When the music’s over, how to… Read More ›
Within the borders of Wine’s Metaphysical Country is a complexity of filigree and trellis; a latticework of weft and skein and weave; a many-tendril’d meshwork made of crossroad laid on crossroad, linked to crossroad. Art meets science here as the… Read More ›
Sun? Check. Heat? Check. Canopy? Check!!! Man, what a week it’s been; it’s been all KIND of hot up in here … And given the striking changes we’re seeing in our vines right now, I thought this might be a… Read More ›