Vineyard and Redwood Trees
Today was a rainy day on the back roads to run errands. I only stopped at the bank and to take photos of the mist, vineyards and redwoods. This road is a road I have traveled on for years. It\’s beautiful any day of the year.
Three years ago, my mom gave Scott and me tickets for the March Barrel Tasting Tour that covered Sonoma County and this area in Healdsburg towards Guerneville. It was so much fun. Scott mapped out the tour picking the best spots to taste wine. Our main priority was what food and music they were offering with their wine, the type of food and band not the wine determined which places we stopped at. We couldn\’t possibly stop at every single winery on the list. It was a two day wine pass. I was the designated driver for the first day sipping on sodas or bottled water, Scott was the designated driver on the second day. I don\’t remember a favorite food on this tour. I do remember our favorite wine after two days and over two dozen stops. It turned out, it wasn\’t the food, it was the port that won us over. Sunce Winery has a port that tastes like creme brulee. We bought a few bottles for ourselves and to share. This last summer, we stopped by and picked up a bottle of the port for our camping trip to Olema. It\’s not outrageously expensive, very reasonable. After three years, they still had a few bottles left. We had a couple of other favorite stops which I will share on another post.
Right now the wineries are only open for pick up. We can\’t visit, picnic or taste because of COVID restrictions. Sometimes, I like having picnics at the wineries, because they own some of the most beautiful land and views in the area. Plus, they usually have art and music to share during the week and on the weekends.
Rain mist falling on the Redwoods
When it\’s raining, stormy and I feel locked in. Or if I feel down or depressed, being in the Redwoods is an instant cure. I just roll down the windows, breathe them in and stay as long as I can, bathing in their presence.
“No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It’s not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.”