One of those rare April days that reminds you why people move to Sonoma. We poured all seven wines, the taco truck stayed busy, kids chased the sheep, and a few brave souls answered the waterfall’s call.

The Zinfandel started showing bud swell yesterday. Every spring it surprises us — the way life comes back to wood that looked dead for months.

The falls were running. The vines were dormant. Barry walked us through every block. By the end of the afternoon we already knew.