Reflections on a summer's eve...

The sitting.

And the sipping.

The chatter, the laughter, the tasting and the memories.

The forging of a new memory

and the slow dance to the musings of days gone by.

This is the stuff that glorious summer evenings are made of.

I know there will be many more such evenings

on Wheeler Ave.

Evenings under the red umbrella,

surrounded by family and friends...

This is why we were led to this place,

our new home.

It is a place to gather,

to give and to

grow.

{also...for you wine lovers out there... those who were sipping HIGHLY recommend this vino!}

"Fan the sinking flame of hilarity
with the wings of friendship;
and pass the rosy wine."
Charles Dickens



Joining Kim and James