grapevines

The vines are turning. They are turning all colors of yellow and orange and red and purple. Few of the vines are actually still clinging to the last tasty sweet grapes. We rode our bikes through the dry creek valley today taking note of the changes. One bright red old-vine-zinfandel with a twisted base, fields of yellowing leaves.

I met Andrew at work and we rode from there. His boss O, was just getting out of a meeting with a client as I pulled up. I greeted them. O's wife, H, introduced me, and wandered off to show them the property. As the clients left, the man asked me if I was a landscape architect. He then proceeded to tell me that he is a friend of the woman I interviewed with at the kickass firm here in town.

She said she was very sad she didn't have a position open, because she really wanted to hire you. he said. That is a great firm.

and that felt really good. now, I would like to actually work for them.