The First Rosé of the Season
The weather has been quite balmy, so we've been sitting out on the screened porch a lot, gazing at the backyard, watching the dogs gambol about, enjoying the paeans of birdsong and, after it gets dark, the thrumming of the tree-frogs. Until it gets unbearably hot, sometime in June, we'll eat dinner out here.
Under the influence of such bucolic strains, w…
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