Ah, the season of golden light. Even though I know it is a gradual change it seems to be that a switch has been thrown and the season has changed. The light is different. Golden. Even the slight tinge of color on the vines changes the landscape.
It was a brisk start to the day but this evening the wind had dropped and we had a lovely walk at sunset. Meeting up with several of our neighbors as I captured photos of the light.
Bob said to me at one point a phrase we have said many times over the past 18 months, “We live here.” A simple phrase that embodies unbelievable contentment.
The Winery Woman 