Dear Friends,
July is not known for its subtlety. The sun and sky are at their brightest, and the music is a rousing march—not a minuet. “The Stars and Stripes Forever” is the song of July and the one we tap our feet to on the green on a sultry evening as children play merrily at our feet.
I look forward to July because it means an escape from the usual routines. Summer, somehow, gives us permission to be carefree, to do thing with abandon, to put our feet up and let them soak up the sun and enjoy a glass of wine. During the summer, my grandchildren run carefree on the farm all day, everyday —usually without shoes. Yesterday, I went blackberry picking with my grandson. During one of their exploring adventures in the “back forty” they discovered a blackberry patch full of ripe, juicy berries. Doesn’t summer give us permission to be a child again and untroubled —for a moment at least? Eating sweet blackberries, hot from the sun, with a grandchild is one of the simple pleasures summer offers.
As we hanker for the insouciant, we also pay tribute. America was born on a July day. Come celebrate with us as we raise our wine glasses, say three cheers and we celebrate families and traditions at The Farm at Pamelot and Painted Horse Winery and Vineyards.
Cheers!
