i dream of a vine covered terrace overlooking the mediterranean sea. it could be grape vines, preferably grenache gris, or wisteria. i’m not picky. in this dream, i am wearing a loose linen tunic, loose linen drawstring pants, and a sun hat. i am sitting at a table with six good friends, laughing and telling stories. i am  sipping wine, the wine we’ve made from the vines jean luc sold to us. it is hot even in the shade, so we are sipping our chilled rosé that we named after our daughter– cuveé eva. we are eating fresh grilled mediterranea fish caught by our friend m. sauzet and his two sons, that they had set aside from the days catch just for us. we are nibbling on lucques olives, one day old goat cheese, and a tomato salad with tomatoes we just picked from our tiny but productive kitchen garden.  the sun is still above the horizon, but just barely, the sky is turning a pale pink, and i have just lit the candles. the night is early, and we will be around the table until the bats start to circle overhead around 11 pm or so.  then we will three cheek kiss our friends à demain, and retire to our king sized bed with linen sheets and views of the sea beyond the shuttered windows. see, i’m not picky. just explicit.

factoid: wisteria is a bine not a vine. a bine is a climbing plant that climbs by its shoots growing in a helix around a support. a vine climbs using tendrils or suckers.

wisteria

carmel, california