The Vineyard in Winter.
It strikes me that a January vine is not unlike an empty-nested parent. The children are gone now. Bouncing from weird relationship to weird relationship. Bouncing checks. Bouncing in beanbags that obscure the growth of mushrooms in the carpets of unsightly crashpads and apartments. Will they come home to do laundry this vacation? I DO make the best grilled cheese still, I do!
The Vineyard in Winter. The children are gone now. Bottled up, distributed, reviewed.
It occurs to me, sipping on this 2006 Monte Bello; when did you see your parents last? You should say hello. They miss you. They want to know how you’re doing. Good sales? Good scores? I know, I know, you’re all about DEVELOPMENT, but can I help, as a parent, if I wonder whether Parker gave you good scores?
I’m taking you home. To see your parents. You’ve been in bottle long enough. They’ll be proud of you. You’re delicious. Let’s go see them.
It’s good to be home.
Wait a second, where’d you go???
January 10, 2012 at 9:03 am |
Where did he / she / it go? You ask a very good question. Physically, the glass was drained. By whom I ask? Did they have proprietoral rights to it? If not, has that been taken further? Do we have a mystery, worse stil,l a felony to report? I think we should be told.
But then, as the father of two, both of whom have left their original nest, I can see the delight in seeing the progeny again. Indeed, the eldest son returns this weekend, bringing his own offspring. Truly a generational gathering. Will we indulge? Of course. Will it be a Ridge wine? A ditto. But which? Now there IS a question,
To be or not to be?
My problem is best summed up as “detached, far away and oversupplied”
Oh to be on Monte Bello now that January’s there.
January 10, 2012 at 9:21 am |
Brilliant Tom, as always, and you simply MUST come see us some time!