Last week I discovered our town's best kept secret.
A local winery with endless charm.
I dream of picnics on a handmade quilt,
freshly picked grapes,
& reading books under this tree.
Pretending to be one of Jane Austen's heroines.
Perhaps I'll be Emma, plotting my next match.
Or maybe I'm Elizabeth Bennet, naive to Mr. Darcy.
What it would be like to get lost in an enchanting story surrounded by grapes and vines...