We're off on an expedition today. North to Contres first, then to Vineuil (south edge of Blois), and on over to Mont-près-Chambord, toward the famous château. Shopping is our mission. And a just plain getting-out-of-the-house-and-neighborhood change of scenery.
My collard greens and kale finally got touched by frost a couple of mornings ago. Now the leaves are ready to be picked and cooked.
Yesterday we had that weird weather that you might call "heavy drizzle" — how's that for an oxymoron? You can't call it rain and you can't call it fog. It's mist, or drizzle, but it's soaking. We used to get that kind of rain in San Francisco, I remember. It's what I had to go out in with Callie in the afternoon. Actually, the drizzle wasn't so intense by then but the ground was mushy and the grass was slushy.
The vines in November at the top of the vineyard are red and gold. I recognize the blue car as belonging to one of the local vignerons.
Yesterday Walt went to town to pick up the chainsaw, which needed another tune-up. Dominique at Gamm'Vert got it running smoothly again, after cleaning the carburetor. The saw is 20 years old. Maybe it will last a few more years. When you think about it, the motor doesn't run for very many hours over the course of a year.
Mid-autumn reds, greens, and golds
When the weather cooperates, the vineyard is really beautiful at this time of year. It doesn't take much sunlight to make everything out there glow. Hey, I'm reaching for the positive here... At least the heavy rains have stopped.