November 27, 2012
Fall on Pritchard Hill is truly quite like no other place. Having been a resident of
the Napa valley for many years, my experience of the seasonal change has always
been from the valley floor. Here, the noise of traffic is replaced by wild turkey
gobbles (yes, a rafter of wild turkeys was foraging in front of our office for a few
days), city lights are replaced by twinkling stars and sounds of a neighborhood
are exchanged for crow caws and hawk screeches. Young deer timidly graze, as
squirrels scamper, providing tranquil midday entertainment...
