Wine Country and Ducks
Last night I heard some raucous quacking in several short bursts. I sleepily wondered if the duck couple that naps by my pool every spring had returned for their sojourn again–one of those wonderful seasonal evidences of the rhythms of the countryside.  As I stepped off a conference call this morning to refill my coffee, sure enough, there they were.  Their nest is nearby and every morning they come for a bath and a snooze on the warm concrete pool deck. The Papera vineyard is behind the house, 17 acres of old vine zinfandel planted by Charley Papera in 1934, still going strong.  Makes great zin, by the way!  Charley used to own much of this street if not all. It was pasture for cattle and still throws up some good oat hay. Nice to see the sunshining and the days getting longer. Not a bad place to be a duck (or a person).
