It is almost as hard to get things done in summer as it is during the Christmas holidays. In France, the French admit it and everyone goes on vacation. The whole country nearly shuts down, and if you want the best of Paris do not go during August – everyone’s at Cote D’Azur.
And so it is with grape growing, we are simply waiting in the sultry, sweaty sun for the grapes to ripen – the summertime blues for which, as you remember from Eddie Cochran, there is no cure. Then again, you can think of summer as a time when the living is easy, when the fish are jumping, and the cotton is high if you are Porgy from Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess.
Harvest started yesterday with our Sauvignon Blanc. The weather has been absolutely perfect with lots of sunny days and cool nights. Let’s hope it stays that way! Here are some pictures of our first day.
“Autumn season of mist and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun,
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core.”