Lost and Found

My niece and her husband blew in to town yesterday (the wind was strong enough to turn their umbrellas inside out) from New Hampshire.  Putting their fate in the hands of an untrustworthy GPS system (I think the thing was downright evil), they managed to get themselves lost out here in the hinterlands, not once, but twice on the way from Placerville.  When they did arrive, the kindest thing to do was take them wine tasting, guaranteed to sooth jangled nerves even on a rainy day.  It's been eleven years since we've been together.  They will be staying at a lovely nearby B&B (cat allergies).  Barn chores notwithstanding, we'll find time to catch up on lost years.  And maybe we'll get a break in the rain.