…any day now.
Benji’s hovering over the grapes, ready to pick what will be a very late harvest… it’s about three weeks later than previous years.
And he has a (very enthusiastic) little helper, checking on sugar levels.
Author: The vigneron's wife
for my mum
…a few of your favourite things for your birthday!
You are there, we are here, but we wish you a happy day and send you all our love.
xoxoxoxoxo
What a crazy year this has been, Mum, but today is the LUCKY 13th!
As Mamy said, life is not a straight line… And yeah, it’s crooked as hell right now, but there is a beauty and a whole lot of love in all these kinks.
xoxoxoxoxoxo
sweet berry picking
A little mini update from the vineyards…
‘Les Vendanges’ (harvest) will begin remarkably late for us this year, with picking beginning as late as one week from now. Yes we’re enjoying beautiful sunny days in these first few days of September, but the grapes are having a hard time ripening due to 2013’s fairly cool Spring and late Summer. Waiting waiting waiting. Benji’s getting those annual, pre-mens vendanges nerves and I’m keeping food on the table…
But even if the grapes aren’t all sweet and ripe for the picking, there is some ripe fruit to be had… After an evening’s inspection of the vignes (vines), we’ve been tucking into the wild mures (blackberries) out the back!…
And hey Dad, Happy Birthday!!….
Adelante…*
A couple of months ago things went pretty topsy turvy. Hellishly so. La vie certainly wasn’t belle and our family took a big hit.
But we’re making our way around it, and at the centre of the storm rides my Mum, bracing the elements up front, and showing everyone her courage and determination. It is her strength guiding us, with Dad at her side, keeping us afloat. You are a champion Mum and I love you.
And how’s this, despite all this crap, my family, on both sides of the world, and our friends, are remembering each other and being reminded by each other, that there is love. Everyone is helping out and expressing their love (geez Mum and Dad are even holding hands). Yes I know it’s corny, and I should probably cut the trippy talk and be tough, but at times like this I realise that this IS what bloody well makes the world go round – to look after each other and enjoy ‘la vie’. Really!
How many bloody wake up calls do we need to remember this??!?
La vie est belle. Every crazy day of it.
* “Adelante” (Spanish) : 1. ahead, in front, forward
p.s. thanks for the push, V
Cheers, Sante, Bottoms Up …to Marieke Hardy
OK straight up. I love drinking.
And I love this woman.
She likes drinking too –
“My illustrious career with the bottle began with the person my mother used to refer to somewhat hopefully as ‘your naughty friend’, Lisa Jenkins, implying that without Lisa’s influence I would probably have spent my downtime cross-stitching and nursing sick orphans”… – Marieke Hardy, ‘You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead’
And she is so hellishly cheeky. I loved this book. It’s beautiful, funny, poignant, sexy, delirious, profound – and so, so WRONG.
READ HER!
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