Birthday Weekend Down in Napa
For the birthday weekend we went up-valley first, to Duckhorn, where the vines are still bare and pruned back hard, mustard and cover crop running bright green between the rows and rain hanging over the hills the whole tasting. A concierge sign at the porch, a wraparound veranda, and the weather never quite committed to falling on us.
The birthday dinner ended with two dessert wines and a block of bread pudding under caramel and shaved chocolate, a Happy Birthday plaque stuck in the top like a flag. We got one photo of the two of us on the way out, jackets on, string lights behind us.
Downtown Napa got the clear sky. We walked the old Mill complex — the Napa General Store ghost sign still on the brick, a winged metal figure in the courtyard, mosaics set right into the sidewalk and a tiled fountain wrapped around the base of a silo. The river was dead flat under the bridge, holding every cloud. Pear trees along the street are in full blossom, most of the flowers open, the rest still in tight pink-tipped buds.