Here in Saint-Aignan, the sun doesn't come up until about 8 a.m. at this time of year. That's an hour later than in places like coastal North Carolina and the U.S. west coast, where I used to live. And even after it's up, it is low in the sky now. That makes it hard to take pictures on the morning walk.
Yesterday I tried to get a good photo of Walt and Callie coming back from their walk. It was 8:20 a.m. Obviously, it's not a crisp and clear image — the light wasn't bright enough. Oh well. Today it's my turn to go out there with the dog. It'll be chilly, but pretty. Here are some of the flowers of the season, growing outside our guest bedroom window.
Yesterday Walt said there were crews of workers picking grapes by hand in several plots along the mile-long dirt road that runs through the Renaudière vineyard. A lot more manual harvesting seems to be going on this year than in the past.
I imagine the new local wine appellation, Touraine-Chenonceaux, has something to do with that. Our wines and wineries are going upscale, and I think that's got to be a good thing. I'll take my camera with me this morning and see if I can document the changes. The photos might look like the one above, however. In it, you can barely see Walt walking along the road toward home.