Filed under: Grape Harvest
Invigorating crisp October skies, hypnotic rhythms of the snipping of grapes, buckets laden with the bounty, vats full with eager stampers, festively ginghamed tables bowing under the weight of a feast – the perfect harvest!
Gabor had been scrutinizing the ripening of our grapes with a fanatical zest. This was after all, our very first harvest as proud owners of SargaHaz and its bountiful vineyard.
Week after week, the grapes deepened in shades of gold, juicy globes full of promise – proof enough that all was going to plan. Harvest dates were plotted and re-plotted with the precision of a surgeon’s knife.
Then came the rain. It poured. And poured. And just when you thought the skies had finally run out of steam, it poured some more. Our golden beauties turned an omnious shade of brown mingled with pale tones of rot.
So, accompanied by a light drizzle, one dull October morning, Gabor & family harvested all that remained in the aftermath of nature’s carnage. We lost half of our crop this year to ma nature’s rampage. Any and every notion one has of a vine harvest remain a fantasy.
Theres always another time.
À votre santé!
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