Today we've got sun so bright it's sharp, blessed deep dark shade flashing past alternately as we swoop up and down and round the curves of the hill road from Sonoma to Napa. Bark peeling off the madrones to show red trunks, bright flashes of yellow and purple and pink and white from wildflowers, tall redwoods and long streamers of moss and lichen dangling from branches. Eating peaches and cherries from the Calistoga market and distributing the remains out of the window hoping they'll grow (Mary Cherry (s)pit - think of me as a female modern air-conditioned Johnny Appleseed. Seeing the moon pale and white in the bluest of skies over the hills. Wines and art at Imagery where we see a huge yellow swallowtail butterfly and a bed of alyssum that's shimmering with bees and the precision line-up of insect eggs on a leaf. Scrambles for brunch and peach and blueberry pie for twoses (like elevenses but at two) and hills, hills, hills all the way down 680 to San Jose.
Mary on a Blackberry so pardon typing errors