I usually skip part of the weekend, due to family stuff, but I have a different (and even more photogenic) excuse this weekend: I was on vacation.
Virginia has a blossoming wine industry, and one of the best is Barboursville Winery, owned by an Italian winery family and opened in 1976, when Virginia only had six wineries (there are now more than 150). Every time we finished a wonderful, two-hour-long lunch at their restaurant, Palladio (where the original wait staff both had the last name “de Medici” and spoke heavily accented English), we sighed, “Gee, I really need a hammock overlooking the vineyards for a nice nap right about now…”
Well, we finally got the chance. Ok, it wasn’t a hammock, it was a cottage.
And, of course, wineries have loads of picturesque grapevines.
This particular winery also has the romantic ruins of Governor Barbour’s mansion, designed by Thomas Jefferson. The mansion burned, so the family moved back into the previous house, which is now the Inn, with this garden behind it and the ruins next to it.
Oh, yeah, and there’s the winery.
Below is the special aging room for Barboursville’s red blend, Octagon, named after the Octagonal main room in the Barbour mansion. So much wine, and no straw…
And, to cap off a lovely weekend, the kids all survived, Grandma and Grandpa think they might be willing to take all three kids for a weekend again in four or five years, and it didn’t take too long to put the house back in order.