harvest has begun!
i’d like to believe my excitement is infectious and since there is no time to wait for a reply if that was turned into a question, how about i give you a quick run down on how things went. oh, but one thing to note is that photos are a little sparse for parts of the day because when you work with and in grape juice, you get sticky. like, really really sticky. by the end of the day i was dripping with grape juice and stickier than i thought possible. anyways, let’s get started.
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first, the morning crew went to the vines to raise the nets that have been covering the grapes for a little over a month. the nets protect the fruit from the copious amounts of hungry birds that will literally eat an entire vineyard if given the opportunity.
after the nets were lifted, the larger picking crew got a run down on how to pick. basically we are clearing the vines of all their grapes and as we do that we need to check it to make sure the grapes are perfect. no disease. no unripe grapes. just yummy, plump purple grapes get snipped and tossed in the bins. yesterday we harvested Pinot Noir grapes for the incredibly tasty single release Rosé. this wine didn’t used to be one of my favorites, but it’s quickly working it’s way that direction. it’s a delicious pink wine that is best either for dessert or as a breakfast wine with strawberries or even french toast. mmmmm.
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anyways, once we had picked enough grapes to make this gem of a wine, the grapes [that were filling ALL those yellow bins in the background of the above photo ] were put into the de-stemmer to be, well, de-stemmed.
this here is the fancy de-stemmer machine. it really is pretty slick! the grapes go in the top, there are paddles inside that cage looking thing that gently flick the grapes off the stems, the grapes come out the shoot on the right and the stems get shot out a shoot on the left. voila!
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then what happens after the grapes come out the other side? well, for the rosé, they need to be pressed. and how do the grapes get pressed? well here, because the focus is on small batches that are made with love, they get pressed by foot. you won’t see the big guys doing this …
yep, that happened.
and now i have been dubbed the official grape smasher for the rest of harvest which is a title i will not let anyone take away. this job is WAY too fun!
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after smashing then it’s clean up …
clearly it was a rough day at the office. can’t wait to go back to it on Monday!!! happy [almost] weekend, everyone. hope your Thursday is as spectacular as mine was!
the wine world is a good world
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smiling is my favorite exercise
Goodness sakes. When I set out on this 7+ month adventure I wondered how fast it would go by. Time flies when I’m at home — weeks swell into months and amazingly, expand into years. But having never been away from home quite this long with just a backpack, I was curious if the same would happen here.
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The answer?
Yes. It does. 2 months have sailed along in a blink.
I have filled every day with ‘things’ and it has been fantastic! I worked real hard my first month at reading, refreshing my heart, seeing sights, gardening and being an all around good woofer. The second month I’ve worked real hard at learning new jobs, building new friendships, photographing animals, breathing in life, drinking coffee and keeping calm as it all swirls around me.
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on day 1 at the bar i ended up talking to just the right people to also land a job at a vineyard. i now spend most of my week days out in the vines encouraging these hardy plants to grow amazing grapes. i also spend my time in the vines chatting with some pretty colorful people, rocking out to my latest spunky music choice, working on my tan and building some wicked biceps. whenever i get to work i am taken by the amazing views from the road — the mountains, the water, the vines — and i think to myself, “hell yeah – this is what i was looking for.”
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lastly, i’ve settled into a tiny little cabin that is perched on the bluffs just outside Tasman. it’s quaint, cozy and surrounded by beauty. There are 2 cats, more chickens than I seem to be able to count, 2 piglets arriving tomorrow and all i can hear are the deafening bird sounds.
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the beach
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i think i am coming to the conclusion that yes, i could.
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more beach time tomorrow … in fact, i’m pretty excited to finally have a break from the rain to take the car out for a spin, go to Mot’s Sunday Market, explore some little hideaways and then maybe wrap up my afternoon by feeding some eels. Apparently they are tame.
cheers! 🙂