It was literally a breath of fresh air to experience the fall colors this year. We are headquartered in fire-ravaged Sonoma, California. We evacuated for about a week, but unlike several of our friends, we had a place to come home to. We returned to smoke and ash. Some areas of the Napa and Sonoma valleys were destroyed: homes and memories lost, automobiles and possessions melted. But certainly not all was lost, as you can see in the above picture that we snapped on our way over the mountain from Sonoma to Napa and the old vines below, some of which were still sporting fall plumage after as many as 100 years.
Sniff away those winter and post-election blues. Take a hike along a stream, inhale a snootful of those negative ions and fill your lungs with biochemical bliss.
Its science, folks.
Oil Painting: New Beginnings – Pat Meier-Johnson
I have fond childhood memories of drives to rural Sonoma County, of looking back at distant San Francisco over a vast stretch of farmland at grazing cattle, a trail of dust billowing as an old farm vehicle crossed the field. Little did I know, but that was a bad thing.
The mustard between the vines in the Sonoma Valley sure is pretty.
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