So maybe this wouldn’t make it as the title of a John Steinbeck novel (I can think of a catchier name), but wrath just does NOT apply to Napa Valley.
Joy, producer of loveliness, classy-drunkeness, maybe…but wrath? Definitely not. Napa is one of my favorite places, and it’s basically in my backyard. Yesterday, we decided to pop over to the valley to pick up one of our orders from Sterling, and it turned into a lovely day. While Dad was picking up the “grapes of happiness,” Julia and I set off to take some photos. Here are some snapshots from the trip.
I love these sort of things….my entry would be “Marry Tom Hiddleston.” Shooting high? Nahhh!
Our little photoshoot quickly turned silly. This is what happens when we’re left unattended.
You might recognize the Van Gogh bag as the one I bought during the shenanigans in Amsterdam. Read about them here.
Well, if Tom isn’t available, I suppose I could settle for ruling the world…I suppose…
Mother’s Day on the blog tomorrow!