it seems that our love and attention has caused havoc in the vineyard. By making sure there is food and water for our feathered friends, they have decided that this is the place to be. And just about the time Kosta Browne wants our fruit, when the grapes are ripe with sugars, the birds have decided they want our grapes, too.
Every Friday evening, we try to just sit back and enjoy the beauty of the vineyard and appreciate all the hard work we’ve put into it over the last week. We’re often inspired to take a stroll through the vineyard with Jake by our side. We’re finished for the afternoon…we think.
The oncoming heat of summer here in wine country has got us thinking about summer eats and entertaining. Here is a roundup of some of our favorite recipes, regardless of the time of year.
This year, we’ve decided to only plant what we know we will eat.
Spring is here, and Mother Nature is gifting us with her bounty: Our artichokes, strawberries and blueberries are all making an appearance. Unfortunately, so are the gophers. Mother Nature does not discriminate.
We recently got a "Happy Birthday" email from our fantastic vet, the VCA Forestville Animal Hospital, that reminded us that February will mark two years with our wonderful vineyard dog, Jake.
We haven’t had significant rainfall for the last two years, and we’re looking at a possible third year. The scary word – drought – is sneaking into local conversations.
A common quandary in the Russian River Valley this time of year is what to do with all the persimmons? A full-grown tree can produce a lot of fruit, and all of it is ripe at the exact same time. The fruit is too precious to let it spoil -- I see small, little guys going for $2 at the local grocery store -- so here are some ideas for how you can use all that lovely fruit so it doesn't go to waste:
With a full crop on the vines and some of the season’s hottest days forecasted, our beloved well began to give up the ghost. We needed to move quickly to find a new source of water in order to insure the survival of our crop.