The Vineyard in Winter. It strikes me that a January vine is not unlike an empty-nested parent. The children are gone now. Bouncing from weird relationship to weird relationship. Bouncing checks. Bouncing in beanbags that obscure the growth of mushrooms in the… Read More ›
Wine talk that knows no boundry.
Two truths: 1. The convention of the End-Of-Year list is most decidedly a media trope that is long overdue to be retired. 2. It is impossible to effectively summarize, in one go, an entire year. So, that said, here are some… Read More ›
‘Twas The Night Before: The Ballad Of Old Saint Wine, The Holiday Wine Elf ‘Twas the night before tomorrow and all through the kitchen not a bottle was decanted not even the Lytton And the wine rack was… Read More ›