Wine doesn’t judge. The vineyard invites you. So wine should never be hostile. It should never be a bullying tool or a way of self-anointment. Everything is out in the vineyard, I’ve always held. Everything promising and promoting life. And not just “life” in the Hallmark card sense, I’m talking about full telling of positive reality and ebbs. Yesterday walking alongside the Zinfandel vineyard staring at the mustard just walking like a hitchhiker on 101. And maybe I was, waiting for that perfect frame and light positioning to take me somewhere. To some new character and chapter for me. A new me to study. I asked the Zin block what it thought. Maybe it answered, or not. Either way the dormant vines and its surrounding crop had me caught.