i decided it was rosé drinking weather again today, i actually copied the woman ahead of me in the wine store and changed my mind at the last minute, like she did, to abandon a bottle of some dark wood paneled red and opt for the 2€ bottle of rosé de la cîté de carcassonne. it’s going down smooth and chill right now on this somewhat spring like evening. a good, light, crisp rosé is such a positively matter of fact wine, and when matched with fresh air, is perfectly intoxicating.
if you notice carefully, behind the smudgy glass lies a wonderful new array of fantastic plants that were just recently transported from a garden in the suburbs to my windowsill.