This week I'm watching my dad's dream become a reality. Four years of countless hours spent investigating and strategizing, creating spreadsheets and tweaking projections, discovering new wines and meeting delightful grape enthusiasts: today the dream is fulfilled.
It's a rather powerful thing to behold, this beginning. Something like a wedding--a long-term commitment, lots of laughter and bottles of water passed around, a bit of chaos, a rehearsed and carefully orchestrated plan, some unexpected hiccups met with steady wisdom and years of experienced problem solving. And undergirding it all is a deep sense of joy and anticipation.
We could not have better partners.
The vines were ordered over a year ago out of California. Grafted, not own root, for you peeps in the know.
The planter looks more like a carnival ride to me than the hard-working innovative piece of equipment that it is.
Much like a wedding, too, grape planting involves a host of folks working together with a single purpose.
Okay, so there's a whole lot of fun going on as well.
At the end of the day, our magnificent vineyard looks like a bunch of sticks poking out from dirt piles.
But just give us a growing season or two. Then you'll see in pictures what my dad has seen in his mind for what seems like ages.
Congratulations, Pape. We are so proud for you.