Mellow Monday Morning
Monday morning began warm and slightly humid, just the way I like it. I had decided to accompany Robin to his half-marathon in Woodinville (Robin's parents were watching the kids). It started at Red Hook Brewery, which is next door to Columbia Winery and across the street from Chateau Ste. Michelle. Not a shabby part of town.
The drive was relaxing as we went in search of coffee before going to the race. We parked in the Ste. Michelle parking lot and walked over to the starting line. I had brought along my book to read for the hour and half race, but it was such a gorgeous morning I started on a walk instead.
Just a few yards from the start was the Herbfarm Restaurant, which looks like a French countryside cottage surrounded by lush gardens and green lawn. Even more enticing when you know what culinary magic goes on inside. It's on our list for a (very) special occasion.
Across from the Herbfarm is Willows Lodge, no doubt providing the perfect bed after a long evening of wining and dining. The picture shown here was taken from a small bench in the lodge's garden. You can see the Herbfarm in the background.
I sat on that bench for some time admiring the view, the quiet and the morning, then continued on, passing two pigs in their luxury pen, being trained to be truffle hunters.
I strolled across the street to Chateau Ste. Michelle to drop a few things off at the car. There were some vines with small grapes on them, but I wasn't sure if they were Champagne grapes or if they were just nascent wine grapes. The other set of vines had larger, ripe grapes.
Back in the race area, I laid on the warm grass underneath a tree. It wasn't hot out, but it wasn't wet or brisk either. I didn't read my book. I didn't even think.
Robin finished his race a few minutes slower than he wanted. The route was hilly and undesirably warm for a race. Still, he did fine. I got to laze around for another half hour while he chatted with fellow runners.
It was a wonderful morning. I will be dreaming of the Herbfarm until that much-anticipated special occasion.
The drive was relaxing as we went in search of coffee before going to the race. We parked in the Ste. Michelle parking lot and walked over to the starting line. I had brought along my book to read for the hour and half race, but it was such a gorgeous morning I started on a walk instead.
Just a few yards from the start was the Herbfarm Restaurant, which looks like a French countryside cottage surrounded by lush gardens and green lawn. Even more enticing when you know what culinary magic goes on inside. It's on our list for a (very) special occasion. Across from the Herbfarm is Willows Lodge, no doubt providing the perfect bed after a long evening of wining and dining. The picture shown here was taken from a small bench in the lodge's garden. You can see the Herbfarm in the background.
I sat on that bench for some time admiring the view, the quiet and the morning, then continued on, passing two pigs in their luxury pen, being trained to be truffle hunters.
I strolled across the street to Chateau Ste. Michelle to drop a few things off at the car. There were some vines with small grapes on them, but I wasn't sure if they were Champagne grapes or if they were just nascent wine grapes. The other set of vines had larger, ripe grapes.
Back in the race area, I laid on the warm grass underneath a tree. It wasn't hot out, but it wasn't wet or brisk either. I didn't read my book. I didn't even think.
Robin finished his race a few minutes slower than he wanted. The route was hilly and undesirably warm for a race. Still, he did fine. I got to laze around for another half hour while he chatted with fellow runners.
It was a wonderful morning. I will be dreaming of the Herbfarm until that much-anticipated special occasion.
posted by Anne at 9:13 AM
2 Comments:
Did you eat the grapes? :)
No, I held back. I didn't want to get caught stealing, then dragged out of the vineyard in handcuffs and banished from Chateau Ste. Michelle forever. But it was tempting.
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