
The good life is a loving life, filled with love for people, animals, beautiful places and all the richness made possible through caring attention. It is a life of wine, of good food and quiet afternoons spent in the garden. It is a life of thoughtful repose. It is a life spent cooking great food in the kitchen, a life spent serving great food to others, a life spent doing good in the simple ways that make people feel at home.
It is a life of and for the home, a place of refuge, a place where weary travelers can take off their shoes and sit a spell, telling tales of the road. For what is life if not a road? What is life if not a journey filled with potholes and hazards, with occasional scenic vistas, always just out of reach. Forever out of reach. There is no good life out there, in the distance. The good life is here, now, in this house, or no where at all.
Cultivate the good life. Grow a garden of friendships. Make a harvest of grateful companions, of time spent tilling the soil of life together, of time spent on real things, things here and now, things filled with the terroir of your surroundings, your moment, your home, your back yard, your vineyard soul.
The good life is a vineyard where the careful attention of the grower rewards future generations with riches beyond imagining. Where the final product is something transcendent, something of the earth, but also of the spirit. Drink deeply of the good life. Let it fill you and release you from the troubles of the road.







