The Wisdom of Home

A perceptive winegrower takes notice of subtle cycles in the vines: the cracking of the soil in the winter, the spongy flex underfoot during a thaw, the first germination of undergrowth in spring, and the swarming hatch of beneficial insects as summer approaches....

Defiant Nature

The vineyard is just finishing bloom, the flowers smelling like a mix of jasmine and honeysuckle. Pitifully, the perfume is fleeting, tamped down by an untimely rain that lingered much too long. The days of rain during bloom made nature seem defiant and cruel. Somehow...

Weeping Vines

There is a moment every spring when the vines weep. It only lasts for a day or two and it has just now begun. Warmed by the spring sun, their sap begins to flow upward from the trunk and out to the tips of the fruiting canes. Eventually as the sap arrives at a pruning...

Small Creatures

Waking to the ice storm this morning makes me humble. Winter has won. Three major storms in three weeks have left the vines sealed in ice, the earth securely blanketed in snow and drifts as high as the fruiting wire. Yesterday, the pelting ice began at noon and by...

Ancient Ways Carry Purpose

This past week, while discussing with my tasting room staff the ability of plants to sense things invisible to the human eye, we also addressed human and plant emotions. Someone asked if the vines got mad when we harvest the fruit from them year after year. No, I...