As many of you know, this year’s growing season has been an exceptionally challenging one, and vineyards all across California have been running precariously late along the rails of their harvest schedules. The same has been true up here on the mountain. It’s been a long, slow season plagued by rain, wind, cool temperatures, fog, and a wicked lack of heat and sun. We’re going to make it, but it’s been a nail-biting time for all.
So in an act of supreme committment and devotion, I am making a harvest pledge.
Not unlike a ballplayer standing up for team unity through the incomparable stress and drama of a fall pennant race, I am making a harvest pledge.
Not unlike pirates bonded by blood atop the hallucinogenic loneliness and danger of the high seas, I am making a harvest pledge.
In an act of supreme committment and devotion, I am making a harvest pledge.
I pledge to grow and maintain a beard, until the last perfectly ripe grape has come off the vines of our VineWatch2010 Cabernet Sauvignon vine here on Monte Bello.
I am making a harvest pledge. And I call upon all wine lovers: men, women, children alike, all across the land, to join me. Grow beards, drink wine, believe.
* Harvest Pledge Disclaimer: Should pledge beard become too “scratchy,” or should wife start to complain about suspicious rashes in the vicinity of noted tickle zones on 21-month-old daughter’s tummy, pledge beard may be shaved.