Not to Self, old one I found in trunk of Passat.  It also reads, “Make people fall in love with it, more than wine…biz built on compassion–” Usually I never return to these notes I haphazardly pen in panicked fashion, but this one came back into my story in an odd and non-forecast way.  So I had to put it here, in log, which at desk, wanting so bad to go out to the crush pad again and take pictures of the fruit being crushed.. why don’t I?  Just for a second, won’t hurt, right?  I need to see those berries, Chardonnay, smell the juice, see the crew at work.  That’s what the vineyard gives us, works hard and pains to produce.  I owe it to the vineyard to go observe, record more, write about it later.

So I get out of this seat, this office, but just for a bit, for a bit of love from my vineyards…