Our friends Jack and Jo got married in one of the most delightful weddings I've ever been invited to (or invited to DJ at) on their place in Napa. No, no, that's Grayson and Dave...
Mr. and Mrs. Roberts, a bloody fine pair.
Celeste the dog.
Good times abounding.
I played records and the people danced. That's how it should be, don't you think?
Somewhere in there this happened.
I've heard it's character-building.
Lazy day after, rowing on the pond and taking advantage of leftover wines and cheese plates.
Church-turned-house.
Abe wins at croquet because he knows how to be in two places at once.
Into the dusk we go again.
Another evening goes down, complete with all the things Napa evenings sometimes contain: crickets, cocktails, meandering conversations and the occasional intoxication of new friends. Sometimes there's even an imaginary beacon to help you on your way.
Or sometimes there's two bottles of champagne and a sheepskin rug.
Another weekend at Jack and Jo's, this time spent in the caravan, circa 1940.
I could wake up to this every day.
Afternoon at the River House.
Franklin and Kitty, resting up.
So long for now...
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Hello and goodbye and ? Hello again, we're counting down the days.