Getting eager to see harvest, the clusters landing and eating them from the bins. Just what’s on my mind and in my sight right now. I just see those clusters, smell ferments, see barrels being rolled out. More motion, more activity, that loving and lovely chaos of the making of wine. What I want, what’s needed by me and the story.
Looking at pictures I took last year and ones before, and everything is wine in this frame, the next. Everything is the composition of her, what she speaks year to year. Nearer, nearer, I promise and reassure self as June ends in only two days. With recent heat, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone somewhere brings in some red lots before July’s close. But then, I can only hope and speculate without any viticultural expertise or true know.