Every season has its feeling. For me, summertime is the definition of relaxation. Warm nights spent barbequing, and lazy mornings sleeping in, waking up to the whirring of the fan. I know many moms count the days until school begins and the weather cools, but this week I’m completely caught up in the notion of savoring what’s left of summer. No schedules, no official bedtimes, no busy or hurried pace, just days that melt into one another.
Last weekend we went out touring some wineries along Olivet Road in the Russian River Valley, me with my Nikon, my hub with his palate, tasting, sampling and photographing for our new venture, a regional book on living in wine country. We stopped at DeLoach Vineyards and while my mister sipped Pinot Noirs, I snapped pictures of the grounds and the kids played in the little brook out among the gardens.
I watched them engaging with nature, sending their flip flops downstream like little boats tripping along the rocks only to repeat it over and over again. I observed their fascination with the cool water as it ran over their feet, and their ability to completely live in the moment with no thoughts of the past or worries about the future.