ice wine.

I’m not positive that these grapes are on the vine to make ice wine, but it’s a nice thing to imagine, isn’t it? All those purply spheres getting sweeter and sweeter the more the temperature drops? James and I spent the Thanksgiving holiday up at his family’s house in Western New York and passed Black Friday by tooling around the snowy countryside. The perfect way to spend that day (or any other) if you ask me.