What a season! Hard to believe the ups, the downs, the twists, the turns, the surprises, the doubts, the challenges, the triumphs; hard to believe it’s all happened THIS year! Seems like it’s been enough excitement to span several seasons …
And speaking of seasons, all our drama has been playing out against the orange & black backdrop of the Giants mad and improbable run for the pennant …
Anyhow, I’m very happy to report that we’re finally nearing the finish line; zinfandel is pretty much picked out, almost all the chardonnay is in, even the bulk of the merlot and petit verdot has come in off the mountain; what this means is the focus is now squarely on the Monte Bello Cab, as the holy halo of harvest’s heavy coda rings its heaven-sent-down rim around the autumn, and the vineyard hums a simple Neal Young melody …
Will I see you give
more than I can take?
Will I only harvest some?
As the days fly past
will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?
As a digression of sorts, we’ve regularly been the grateful hosts to wonderful harvest interns year after year after year, and this vintage has been no exception. I’m particularly grateful to one Jean-Marie Pratt, who has not only been a great harvest intern , he’s also been a steady supplier of harvest documentation, particularly in the form of photographs.
Here’s a great shot he took of our new sorting table in action (one more addition to our already preposterously high-maintenance harvest MO), and I tell you what; a special treat in the Monte Bello tasting room for anyone who can name all four of the folks in this pic!