Vineyard Life

Steven says the heron is hunting frogs. We see it in our newly mowed field some distance away, while we pick the last of the grapes from...

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything for our blog. This might turn into a yearly thing, rather than a regular way in which to...

April 9, 2021 Spiky, brown and orange, we cut hardened canes from cordons -- what to me -- look like king crab legs. We throw the...

December 12, 2019 This morning at 12:12 a.m., on December 12th, Ketch, our Standard Poodle, and I, got up to see the full moon. I was...

August 21, 2020 We won't know until the afternoon that Steven has Salmonella poisoning, rather than the Covid-19 virus. Ryelyn, our...

August 21, 2020 Time transports us and transmutes us miraculously at any give moment, hours later even, we can see clear to another...

September 1, 2020 It will always be a bittersweet memory, the days my mother came to spend time with Steven and me at our home during...