We've all heard the saying, 'It's what's inside that counts.' Well, that is especially true with grapes it seems. A couple of days ago on my morning walk, I decided to go see if my favorite bunch of grapes (and their friends) had been picked yet. As I walked along the end of the rows… Continue reading A Palette of Grapes Didn’t Make The Cut
It is harvest time here in the vineyard. A busy time for all of the staff and temporary staff that are brought in to help. When I am finishing my walk in the morning, they are heading out to one of the plots to start the handpicking of the grapes. Most of the grapes are… Continue reading The Sun Rises on the Grape Harvesting Machine
Early morning on Bob's birthday I heard the grape harvesting machine go through the village. I didn't jump out of bed to see where it was going as I figured it was probably done for the night. I attempted to go back to sleep when I heard a sound...it was the sound of rustling leaves.… Continue reading Grape Harvesting Machine
The Winery Woman 