When I lived in the Midwest, October meant woodsmoke, riding boots, and busting out every layer of wool in your closet. In San Francisco, October is pretty much exactly like July (or January. Or April. Or December). But in Wine Country, October means harvest.
My friends Liz, Zack, and I made the mini-trek up to Napa recently, and the blazing sun was a welcome change from our fall fog and chill. The ever-fantastic Allyson showed us around her winery, letting us peek into the metal fermentation chambers and sample wines in the middle of their development. It still amazes me how far the two of us have come from drinking wine that came in jugs back in college (although to be fair, Allyson’s always had better taste).
And before you say it, no- we didn’t match our outfits intentionally. There was definitely a moment of laughter when I gathered everyone for a picture and realized that we were all dressed exclusively in shades of orange and black. Hey, if you can’t have fall colors around you, you might as well wear them.