This morning, my brother and I (and Stanley, of course) headed over to Barboursville Vineyards, a beautiful spot located in Barboursville, Virginia - about 20 minutes from my parents home. It was a beautiful, cool morning - and the wines were already flowing upon our arrival and a fire was going and it was a nice, short break from being at my parent's home.
We've raked and blown leaves (it's been snowing leaves here), cooked and reheated, put things away and gotten other things out (all in a feeble attempt to be helpful), talked, avoided some conversations while unintentionally being in the middle of others, tried to keep Stanley off of the living room couch (unsuccessfully) - there have been brief calls and emails to and from my doctoral student (yes, the one on hospital bed rest as attempts are made to delay delivery of a 29-week old baby), an unexpected call from a cousin (now a favorite cousin) who has a ticket for me for tomorrow's Virginia Tech v. Virginia football game (yes, I will freeze - highs in the low 40s are expected), discussions about windows and floors (on the way to the vineyards, I was disappointed to find the gates of Mountain Lumber closed - I just wanted to see the granary oak in person), and time spent watching amaryllis flowers open, yes, quality time. And I have no idea what this image of Barboursville Vineyards actually looks like, since my father's computer monitor is just horrible. But please trust me when I say that it was beautiful.