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.
CONGRATULATIONS!! You are a true inspiration!
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