We tend to celebrate most things, and we often do it with wine, almost always with splendid food, and every single time with conversation. The conversations continue: they grow and change, get added to and rethought over the years. Conversations ebb and flow, lapping at our lives with a reassuring rhythm.
The wine, sadly, goes. One of our favourite wines is Pio Cesare Barolo. I’ve written about it before (see, for example, sixteenth wedding anniversary). But as each bottle is completely different, each has a special memory built around it. Last night’s was particularly delicious. I’ll remember it for a while, and smile.
In the cool light of February morning, what’s left of a fabulous evening.
Nicola Griffith 
Perhaps the Tides of Time and Love are soul filling, and the shifting sands of wine and roses are the residue of love remaining.
Beautiful picture and thought.
Thank You!
Such a lovely post, thank you for sharing! Pio Cesare wines are also one of my favourite Italian reds! It is amazing how wine gets to so closely related to the special events of our lives :)
@Effie: Wine is most definitely woven into many of my best memories. I’m particularly fond of the Piedmontese…