Last day of semester.  Focused on wine like I never

img_7688have been and all she has to say to me, tell me to do.  Meeting after finals collection then after that I’m seeing myself writing somewhere, looking at a vineyard— of course my first impulse is St. Francis, or Kunde, or Arrowood.  Somewhere where I see the new life of this vintage…

Last night going to bed early after having only a glass of the Luli Pinot, Santa Lucia Highland— then my notes are easily summoned and unintentionally— fervent body and grace about the berry merely and spice strut… romantic helix of decision and whimsy.  Today, if I’m to offer value as a wine writer and blogger the tireless trot back and forth across pages in poetic skips and blips and beatnik flips need be more than merely present and read.

Should be in room in… just under twenty minutes.  When was the last time I tasted at the above wineries?  And, is there any others I should consider?  Landmark?  La Rochelle?  Need Newness, what I write and the dimensional dote that brings me ever in wine’s blare and love-bring.  La Rochelle could be my answer, my new wined writing spot, though I’d feel a bit guilty being just down the road from St. Francis and not stopping in.  Who says I can’t stop in for a bit, first?  Taste through flight new…