Cruelty

Mother Nature is a harsh mistress. With grand plans, eager and generous volunteers converging on the vineyard, equipment cleaned and ready to go, Joan and I fretted over the rain. She smelled the rain throughout the night. I just slept. At 5:30am I tried to persuade her that the break in the storm meant we could go ahead with harvest. She was more realistic. No Cabernet Sauvignon yet. Hopefully the weather will turn dry as will the soil and the fruit and we can get in our maiden C.S. harvest later this week. There's much to wine grape farming and life over which one has no control. Thanks to Therese, Sage, Heidi, Dave, Karla and Nichole.