tasting the neighborhood

Remy Wines' tasting room is near enough that if one was to stand on our porch and swing a cat by the tail and let it flay, the cat would land safely, happily, and not at all harmed (except for a stretched out tail) ready to enjoy a glass of her best vintage.

Truthfully, that cat-fly-radius-measure includes at least five tasting rooms and wine makers' homes. No trouble finding delicious diversions from Saturday afternoon chores, I'll attest.