Wine

Another new poem for your entertainment....







Springtime Saturday Afternoon in Walla Walla


Saturday afternoon
The sunshine calls, beckons us outside
Sunshine, warmth of which we have not seen nor felt for months
The intoxicating smells of the flower gardens and budding vineyards
Happiness found in the discovery of the new foal running on wobbly legs
The new birth of spring is upon us

We park near the edge of town, giddy as the foal just moments ago
Wine, Walla Walla Wine beckons to us
Whitman Cellars, first stop of the day
A glass of the smooth, full bodied "Narcissa", then a sip of wild and fun "Killer Cab"
"We will take a bottle of each"

We laugh and joke our way to Canoe Ridge
For a taste of the seductive nectar in a bottle
Ever famous "Reserve Merlot", a tantalizing sensation on our palate
The crisp, fruity taste of Chardonnay sends us on our way, evermore
Joyful and ahh....just a bit giddy from the day already

Just across the parking lot -- Amavi – the name means love and life
Something we ARE certain of today
Syrah, the deep smooth taste, the depth, the sensuous feel we get as we linger over the glass
Two bottles, "ok but the bag is getting heavy" as we saunter down the road
The Walla Walla Foundry is just ahead

Foundry Cellars, wine and art, one naturally goes with the other
Cabernet Sauvignon, a refreshingly, different take on this romantic varietal
Not as dark and deep as ones we've experienced today
But light and almost bright on our tongues
Another bottle added to our ever growing collection

We sit for a while at the Foundry, enjoying some cheese and crackers
Thoughtfully packed this morning, Living La Vida Loca, this is the life
The wine, the sunshine, and life are all beginning to make us spin
One more stop before the day is over

Bergevin Lane Vineyards,
The girls laugh as we lightly stumble in to the tasting room.
A taste of the playful "Calico Red"; as playful and as naughty as we are today.
We end our excursion with as glass of "Intuition", wine that is as full and robust as our day has been.
Two more bottles for the collection, time to sing and dance our way back to the car.

In the car, we giddily drive home, the sun is setting, and the smells of the vineyards linger on the dusk. The wobbly foal, a bit stronger that earlier, nuzzles his mother, dinner time has arrived, we realize the wine has left our bodies in need of food.

Ah, who wants to cook, let's see what's happening on a Saturday evening in Walla Walla.