Ooh, wine fest! I hope you come away with some great bottles. Everyone is stashing and squirreling away for winter, I expect, and that's why there are so many festivals of harvest and abundance. Pictures? I love pictures of festivals (even when people accidentally butt-bomb them while bending over to inspect merchandise.)

As usual, I've submitted prompts to the yuletide-smut fest. As usual, like my fics, it's obvious who wrote the prompts.

Oops, the weatherman just dropped the eff-word in our forecast: frost, that is. Either tonight or tomorrow or Thursday. Suddenly I wish I was in Indiana.