I suppose the older one gets, the more we tend to look more often into the past rather than looking forward into the future.
I did a bit of that a few days ago.
For many years now my husband and I have saved our wine corks, carefully documenting on the cork the date we drank the wine, the location, and the names of the people we enjoyed it with. Throughout the years those corks have found their way into a series of olive jars and bottles, and most recently, a demijohn, as the memories accumulated, a bottle at a time.
I did a bit of rearranging this past week and those jars ended up here, in stronger light than their previous location, which led me to the dumping of those corks and a spring cleaning for their glass receptacles.
“Great wine requires a madman to grow the vine,
a wise man to watch over it,
a lucid poet to make it,
and a lover to drink it.”
On this day in early March these vines appear to be sleeping but the vintners at Potomac Point Winery in Stafford, Virginia know better.
In due time leaves will sprout, grape clusters will form, mature and be harvested, and the wine making process will be in full swing.
A thousand details have to be attended to during that time and it’s a delicate procedure, demanding much attention to science, the right equipment, a fair amount of pleading with mother nature, and most certainly, a dedicated vintner’s passion to produce the final result.
Everything needs to work together in perfect harmony to produce award-winning wine…..
…..culminating in the gathering of friends on a spring afternoon around a table laden with food and the perfect glass of red.
With much appreciation to David (pronounced daaveeed), the wise, lucid, poetic madman who tends the grapes and produces the wine, we, who have love in our hearts, enjoyed last week!