A Breath of Autumn
In this time of the year, the vinegarishness of wine making wafts incessantly from the Delicato Winery. A breath of autumn every state route 99 traveler knows so well.
"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
In this time of the year, the vinegarishness of wine making wafts incessantly from the Delicato Winery. A breath of autumn every state route 99 traveler knows so well.
Posted by L'envoi at 9/24/2005 08:24:00 PM Permalink | Subscribe
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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