So, here is Lodi, CA., in the vineyards of the Central Valley, a few miles from Sacramento, east of San Francisco, where our grandfather made his name as a tenor, survived the 1906 earthquake, and left on tour to find our grandmother and settle in the NY countryside, where we were raised by their daughter Dorothy. My brother David took the family name back there as a college student, found his beloved Beth, the daughter of the couple that established this vineyard, and started a woodworking business with his partner Stephan. He built this house for Beth's mom, and when it got too big for her, they bought it for their family of two growing sons. All of what you see was created by their hands, their artistry, their beautiful sense of home.
Wake up each morning to the sound of the water gurgling in these fountains, the rooster crowing, the birds.
Beth loves all little critters (except groundhogs) and found this lovely little frog to show me.
Waiting their turn at one of the many, birdfeeders. All the critters taken good care of.
Willy (Mays) waiting for attention.
All things musical. Friends come and they make music, and the boys play the piano, Dave and Dash play the drums, there's an accordian there. Maybe Beth plays that.
Jude, the cat, wondering what i'm doing.
Dave made the chairs and the mirror. the table is a family antique.
Picking veggies for the visit to son Dash. Heirloom tomatoes to DIE for.
Annie, the rescued cat, who's working on some relationship issues.
At Dash's day job in Berkeley, somewhere in the background is the SF bay bridge. In the foreground is a happy family. Clayton was busy with Emilee putting together their save the wedding date video.
A barn owl in the sequoia
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