After the crush, we ended up with 100 gallons of Cab and 70 gallons of Merlot. Not bad for our 1/4 acre vineyard.
As you know from my last post, we struggled with the concept of continuing with the harvest in regard to the wildfires devastating the Napa area.
But, we carried on with an almost reverent tone in respect to and for our north bay neighbors. Each harvester seemed to cherish handling, cutting, and sending the grapes to my husband’s crushing machine…more deeply. Each seemed to enjoy the other harvesters more intensely.
No one hurried. Appreciating the fragility of the landscape lent a nearly Zen quality to this year’s harvest. (I know that sounds corny, but it was palpable.)
So…yes. It did feel healing for our little community of friends and family to come and to work together, and, of course, to raise a glass, or in most cases, several, for a job well done. 🍇🍇🍇