A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

day #15

I am grateful for nice wine...especially the ones made here in the Finger Lakes of New York.  I am no connoisserr, but I know what I like and there are a whole lot of wineries around here with so many different variaties it sure is a lot of fun to try them and learn about how they're made!

We have friends who own/run their own vineyards. What sounds like an exciting and romantic life style is quite a lot of very hard work! But we get to enjoy the benefits of their labor and boy, oh boy! do we ever enjoy it! LOL

I hope you will ask for NY state wines next time you are in the mood for a little vino....you won't be disappointed!  And if you come visit us, we'll take you on a wine tasting tour!   So much fun! Bring your debit card, though, because you're going to want to bring some home!

How blessed we are to live right in the middle of some of the finest vineyards in the world!  


Diane said...

Would you believe, Terri, that we have ND wineries? I know, it just doesn't sound right, does it? We do, though, and one of them even does special wine labels for our local animal rescue and part of the proceeds goes to the rescue. I'm glad you remembered wines in your list!

Granny Annie said...

We live close to an Oklahoma winery that sells and serves the most god awful stuff you have ever tasted. How they stay in business is beyond me.