And this morning the streets were wet and the sky was heavy and it really, truly felt like fall. I am imagining mugs of hot cocoa. And padding around in super-soft spa socks. And reading, all curled up, under layers and layers of blankets.
(By the way, the grapes are fine. We're 90 percent done picking, and what's left on the vines is Cab and Petite Verdot, which I'm told aren't susceptible to Botrytis. So no harm from the rain.)
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