This morning as I drove to work, a fog bank enclosed the valley. I could barely see ahead of me, so drove snail-like, squinting through the grey to make out the only slightly darker shapes of the telephone poles that flank each side of the road (just a little too closely, in my opinion).
As I came over a rise, just past Domaine Alfred’s tasting room, the sun broke through just enough to reflect off of millions of water molecules, and I was dazzled by the white-out effect.
And within an instant, I had left the fog behind. The vineyards, the mustard flowers and the newly cleared sky seemed so saturated with vibrant color after the monochromatic greys of the fog, I stopped the car in the middle of the road to catch my breath.
I wish I could convince my winery to go Biodynamic. One of the vineyards across the street is, and they have a herd of sheep with dozens of tiny, fluffy, baby lambs tottering through the rows. Of course, if we had lambs around here then I’d never get any work done…
I practiced this morning in my living room, as we had a houseguest come in late last night. And that makes for a perfect practice week. Yay me!