We went for a couple lovely hikes this weekend up in Napa Valley, or maybe in the Pope Valley.
Gosh, it was beautiful. It is so pretty up there — lots of toyons, very bushy and healthy with lots of red berries; lots of buckeyes, now bare of leaves with golden buckeyes hanging from bare silver limbs; lots of oaks and big-leaf maples, with drifts of brightly colored leaves scattered below them; lots and lots of land to tromp around on. Incredible.
Could I live in the country? I think maybe I could. Ok, in my idea world, I would perhaps maintain a small apartment in the city, too. But I do think I could — maybe in my decrepitude. There’s something really wonderful about being able to wake up and go for a ramble without making any special effort at all. And that country up there is really spectacularly beautiful.
It really looked like Christmas, albeit not the snowy kind.