The last week of November is here. Thanksgiving is this week. I really don't know where the time goes. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. My morning walks continue and even though the mornings are chilly, I still get out of my warm bed and wander through the vineyard. My feet wander… Continue reading My Thoughts Wander Along With My Feet
The winds of change are making their way through the vineyard. The temperatures in the past week have turned cooler and often the wind has a bite to it. The leaves on the vines are in a state of changing colors and gently letting go and falling to the ground. The various plots around the… Continue reading Autumn’s Palette
They have started the winter pruning here in the vineyard. I guess this means we have to face the fact that Winter is coming. We have no idea why they just pruned these few rows in this probably four-acre plot. I love the grape stuck in this vine.
To all the grapes they didn't pick I see you hanging on the vines It makes me very sad It isn't that you're bad I wish you had become some wines. (Sung to the tune "To All The Girls I've Loved Before" by Willie Nelson)
Brushstrokes of Autumn color can be found throughout the vineyard now.
The Winery Woman 