Yes, still here. Alive and well. Well, pretty well, as they say.
Hope to be back to my regular blogging schedule next week. Meanwhile, to those innkeepers and other regular readers who have wished me well and sent along warm thoughts: many many thanks.
We had a slight sprinkling of a first rain a few days ago and the Fabulous Frenchie captured the magic of that in the photo above.
The good news? We have a good chance next week of a wee bit more rain and you know what that means. Yes, with any luck it will signal the end of fire season. On a more personal note, that means it's almost cookie time around here.
It's all good.
Well, no, what's happening in Europe is not good and all signs are that it's going to get worse before it gets better, despite the best efforts of the American media to ignore the elephant in the room.
But grapes will still be growing on vines old and new the next time I see them. Chestnuts will still fall from the trees this time of year, hungry to be found, roasted, and savored. And the cousins will be digging up their fall flowers to brighten everyone's day just before winter sets in.
Hard to complain about any of that.
