September, also known as my favorite time of the year. It’s still officially summer, but the signs of fall are starting to seep in. Warm afternoons slip into evenings that require a sweater. Yellow school buses lumber through my neighborhood, practicing their routes, which begin next week. After what felt like an endlessly hot summer, the weather has changed to what I find myself repeatedly calling “lovely.” It is a magical, transitional time. The perfect wine for such a season? My answer is rosé. Many would argue that every season is rosé season, and I agree, but this fleeting time saying goodbye to summer is when I believe rosé shines brightest.
- Noelle Starr