Happy Birthday to me, and to the Bard!
I kicked off my birthday week in style with a wine tasting at Story Winery. Yesterday was unseasonably warm, but with those breezes wafting up the Amador hills from the the Cosumnes River valley, my constitution (made pansy by Northern California’s cool, rainy season) did not suffer too much. Tastings of rosé, chenin blanc, four zins, almond sparkling, and two more zins from the barrel were interspersed with lessons on history, dry farming and organic certification, winemaking, how to taste and smell wine, and a trip out to the vines and the picnic grounds. My companions, all Sacramento-area bloggers, dutifully tweeted many of the details. (#storywine101 on Twitter to view our tweets)
Now I’m at home soaking in the gifts and blessings of the morning. The wine pictured in the slide show below, a lovely jammy Miss Zin (50% Mission 50% Zinfandel) from Story Winery, is for later. But what’s the harm in starting the day with the evening’s wine already planned out?
I also want to point out the book, all arranged in the hammock for later persual. Gertie, GUPs, and the Bloomer Girls: Young Gertie Shares How to Deal with the Growing-Up Pains of Life, by Jane Dahl. Jane is my grandma’s first cousin and the closest family member I have in California. She lives in Oakley, in the Delta area. GUPs, it’s explained in Chapter 1, are growing-up pains. Gertie is the character cousin Jane created to tell stories drawn from her mother’s life. Jane’s mom, Mabel Peterson Foster, was sister to my great-grandmother, Emily Peterson Dollar. I’ll include this title in my soon-to-launch book review series, but for now here’s a snippet from the back cover:
Gertie Larson was a remarkable lady. Her work ethic and independent spirit began forming early when, as a child, she manned the dishpan in the Larson family restaurant in Richfield, Utah, in the early 1900s. Her later accomplishments include touring with a musical vaudeville act at age seventeen, clerking in a department store until she married at twenty-one, and after being widowed at age fifty-three, working in a factory, sandblasting parts that eventually landed on the moon. She retired at age seventy-eight and lived to celebrate her ninety-eighth birthday.
Now on to my birthday booty.