Category — Landscapes

Rolling hills, ancient oaks, and great views define the eastern slopes of the Alexander Valley which runs from Cloverdale in the north to Healdsburg in the south. This long stretch of land follows the Russian River which has blessed the valley floor with rich, alluvial soils that produce wonderful grapes. Cabernet Sauvignon and Chardonnay predominate, but you can plant most varietals here with good results.

We have just listed two estate site properties near the north end of the valley close to Asti. The two separate, but contiguous parcels would be great for small vineyards or horses.

The land is rolling hills with the front of the bigger property beginning right on River Road near the summer crossing of the Russian River at Asti. The land rises gradually through terrain of trees and meadows. There is a knoll crossed by the invisible line that divided two land grant Ranchos.

That knoll is where the natural home sites area and where the two properties are separated. The smaller property dips down the back of the knoll and then climbs again to a high point at the back of the property. I took a screen shot with Google Earth to show the approximate property lines superimposed on the land.

This would be a wonderful estate site for someone who wants to build a family compound. There are two separate parcels, each of which could have an additional guest unit.

This was a stellar day. You know how sometimes the light is just right and the temperature mellow warm, but not hot. Add to that the wonderful smells filling the air as the growing season kicks into high gear with the warming and lengthening days. I stopped along Old Redwood Highway near Wikiup to grab some pictures of early flowering cherries and plums. The air under these trees was dense with scent…almost intoxicating in its power. The masses of flowers on the trees almost defy description. These are the street trees rather than the great fruit bearing cherries, so the whole breeding goal has been for intense color and density of the flowers. These mature specimens illustrate their success.

A close up of a random branch shows flowers packed as tightly as they will fit. The effect of massed flowers which is apparent at a distance becomes even more intense close up when each flower’s fragrance is added to the next.

The pink blossoms surround darker centers with pistils and stamens colorfully projecting an inch or more from the center.

The whole effect is magically powerful as the eye is grabbed, the nose is sweetly invaded, and the air itself seems to vibrate with the intensity of the display. It’s no wonder bees, hummingbirds, and humans all flock to these trees in this season. Absolutely irresistible.

It’s easy to forget how blessed we are in Sonoma County. I was previewing a Healdsburg listing for some snow-bound clients who wanted to know what was blooming right now. The property owners obviously loved camellias and had planted some wonderful specimens to go with the quince and daffodils that bracket the floral show below. These photos are all from the middle of February.
Renowned horiculturist Luther Burbank considered Sonoma County “the chosen spot of all earth as far as nature is concerned.”

The last few days have been cool enough to make jackets and sweaters seem like a good idea. The rain has been warm enough to still feel like a California winter, but the higher hills have been dusted with a beautiful snow cover. I spend some time hiking around a new listing in the Alexander valley, and was surprised by the amount of snow I could see. Eric Drew is a great photographer and I assumed he would have some pictures of the snow. Instead, in a classic example of the way the world works, when he saw the perfect picture to take, he was without his best camera, and the memory card for his backup camera was in the office. He left me with a poetic vision that will serve until pixels arrive:

Sun on snow
Mt. St Helena
black and white wispy clouds

California’s growth rhythm is always a mystery to newcomers from four season climates. In Sonoma County we already see the first stirring of new life even as the leaves linger on the trees and Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas bear down on us. These early rains have triggered the grasses and beneath our still golden hills the new season is being born.

I was at spectacular Applewood Inn a few days ago, talking with innkeeper Jimmy Caron as the gentle rain was falling in the courtyard. A passing guest heard us admiring the summer-ending rain and reminded us that tourists aren’t quite as happy with early season rainfall as the locals. His party had pored over weather predictions for months, hoping for a beautiful and dry tour of the wine country at the end of the harvest. I was disappointed for him since I love showing off the beauty of the county to our valued visitors. On the other hand, he’s going to get the clean skies, fresh earthy smells, and sparkling crispness that isn’t possible without a cleansing rain.

I passed a Japanese maple after the rain. Many still-green leaves, already loosening for their personal fall, had taken a beating from a brief burst of pelting rain. They joined their yellowing comrades on the ground around a brass watering frog. For me, these first rains and emerging grass shoots mark the start of the new year even before the old year is ushered out the door.