Picking a good picnic spot is always key. . . not too wet, not too sunny, not too buggy. . . something with a view, but secluded enough for a smooch with one's honey. Last saturday, the gentleman and I hopped in the car with a packed lunch of fresh bread, cheese, meats, and honey crisp apples. We drove down to Barboursville Winery, and after a rather hectic tasting session, decided on a cold bottle of Riesling and headed over to the famous ruins for a déjeuner sur l'herbe.
Thank you all for the kind wishes!!! It is hard to believe we have been married a year. What a wonderful time we have had.