Salut

This was the blanket of snow draped over the roof behind the garage. It finally melted enough to break free yesterday. We have had day after day of fog. The white on white is getting old.
Lance has finished with the white wine, and has started on the red. It brings a whole new language into our lives. We sat and drank some last night, and he was pleased and satisfied that he could start by planting the grapes himself and end with a drinkable glass of wine. Cool!

This next week, I will be in Colorado visiting Mom. It always feels odd to step out of one life and back into another one. Perhaps you feel this way when you visit Mom too! Hmmm. I understand.