This was last Sunday morning, just as the overnight thunderstorms were clearing out. As the sun rose, a mist formed close to the ground out in the vineyard. And while it was quite a warm morning, there was something fall-like about it.
I guess it's the ripening apples, the corn plants beginning to brown, the pumpkins in the garden, and the mist. I'll be missing this weather in November when the mists are dense and cold.
Un coq... ou pintade... au riesling
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