Hashing out Life: The Fall Routine

The theme of my life these days has been: routine.  

So it's not all that surprising that in attempting to write about Lisa/Geoff/Frankie's fall visit, I find myself noticing--it's all about...[do I need to say it?]

They arrive, to hot toddies.  Apple crisp.

We talk late, and droop our way to bed.

We wake to a delicious breakfast [some of us later than others], and then wander off somewhere.

This year we made our way to a nearby winery, 

for an afternoon full of local treats.

If you hit up any farmer's market in this town, you will find the same vendors, time and time again. So, L & G tried some cheese

from the cheese lady;

tamales

from the tamale guy.

We took in the scenery, ate up the yum, 

talked and talked and talked.

We made our way into the wine tasting room [along with the musicians who seemed to want to be in our presence, taking up their stage in every section of the place we happened to be in]

and drank of the fruit of the vine.

And, through it all of course, 

Lisa and I had our little photo shoot:

It's all routine, I'm telling you.

Weary from the wandering, we return home.

There's a fire.

Margaritas from the master.

Talking, talking, talking.

A ridiculous dinner is prepared,

served.

G takes our picture.

We eat, we remark, we call it the best dinner yet.

We talk, talk, talk.

We finish out the night, late.

We wake in the morning, make our way to worship.

Come home, L & G pack up, I make a rustically fall-y lunch.

We eat.

We talk, talk, talk.

The afternoon runs long, until we can't stretch it out anymore.  

L & G gather up their belongings, Frankie and I say a guarded good-bye, and they leave me.

Until, next time.

Because Hashing Out Life is our very own, lovely, necessary:

routine.