March 05, 2010

Thinking about wine in Shell Beach

Drove down the 101 to Shell Beach yesterday under clear blue skies scuttled with fleecy white clouds, and I swear California's hills never looked greener. All the recent winter rains have made the grasses grow fierce, dappled here and there with lupine and mustard, and every flowering tree - plum, cherry, magnolia - was festooned with brilliant blossoms.