On our way home on Sunday, we stopped by Bully Hill, one of our favorite wineries. We’ve been going to Bully Hill for years…a fairly alarming number of years now that I think of it. We first went many moons ago when we were starry-eyed, fresh-faced college kids on our first trip together. It was good then, and it’s still good now. In addition to picking up a bottle or two of wine, we also found a spot to take some sock pictures.
Now this area of New York is full of Grand Sweeping Vistas. I, alas, do not seem to be able to get both the grand sweeping vistas and the tiny stitches of a sock in the same picture. I’m working on the theory that you’d like to see the knitting from me, and that you can find the landscape pictures somewhere else if you want them. So with this in mind, we grabbed a handy bench and went to town. The Boy was, as always, completely unfazed by the sock modeling shenanigans. I spent the whole time wondering if someone official was going to come scold us. I should have known better. Their motto is “Guilt Free.” It’s not a scolding kind of place.