It has begun - the budding that is. First there was no sign at all, telling us that we could still sit inside, read that book, stoke that fire, and generally lay low; that was last month. Now, the buds have not only swollen, but have begun to allow the leaves they have been creating, nurturing, and protecting, to emerge. The Napa Valley is a beautiful site these days, with spindly stalks showing signs of green growth. Our books have been set aside and instead, we meander (well, depends on the morning chill, some days it's more of brisk walk) through the rows, checking to see that all is well. And it is. Chantico.