Hot Rocks. Heart shaped rocks. Filing through rocks on a beach called Sombrio.

For today’s Champagne Wednesday, I’m raising my glass to a homemade red.

Yes, all those of you who’ve suffered through Uncle So-and-So’s special bathtub brew, go ahead and cringe now. But I swear it – one of my dearest life-friends, Jaimie, has been trying her hand at homemade wines too. And they’re pretty darn good.

Ash and I were lucky enough to sample her first, Gypsy Spit, on our trip to Victoria to see Cirque de Soliel. Now, the Smith-Windsor clan is relocated to Prince Albert and (not to spare a minute Jaimie and Al!), I’ve heard word there’s a second edition. A red wine named Sombrio.

How much fun to name your wines with all the memories and places that you slip too anyway on that second or third or fourth glass? Here, Jaimie, is your label:

Breath-taking. Then and now.

Jen xo

Photo credits 1) www.corikindred.com/journal 2) http://www.bryntassell.ca

Old flower. Foreign Book. It’s good to find things you thought you’d lost. It’s sad to lose things you’d rather find.

It’s been too long since I’ve posted. I hope I haven’t lost my few faithful readers. I said there was more to come, and there is…

In the meanwhile, I have been reconnecting on Jaimie’s farm here  and talking the night away here and planning a wedding here.  

Now it’s just time to settle in, get comfy and wait for the weather and the sadness of goodbyes to clear.

Here is a picture of Jaimie, Al and the kids caravaning their way to a new adventure…

Jen