Picnic Among the Vines

It’s a top-down day here in Wine Country, so I jumped into the convertible with my camping chair and a few random plan-aheads from the fridge, and headed north for a lunch in the vineyards.
Though Vintage 2007 won’t hit the bottle-shop shelves for quite a while, here it is, right on the vine. The leaves on the grapevines are deep green and full-sized now, and the berries in the clusters (did you know that grapes are berries?) are starting to look juicy and full of promise.
I love walking the vineyards early in the season. Not long ago, the grapes were the size of poppy seeds. They’re a good deal bigger now, but even the red-wine grapes, such as Merlot and Pinot, are still green, like tiny unripe apples.
Mom Nature will do her thing all summer long, bathing the vines in sunshine by day and cooling them off at night. When the grapes get ripe (generally between August and November or so, depending on varietal, location, wine style and more), they’ll have their full color, and they’ll almost literally be bursting with juice. For now, though, we just have to cross our fingers that Mom Nature doesn’t throw us too many curves while the grapes are still on the vine.
Mmmmmm. My prosciutto-tomato-garlic openface on rosemary bread really worked great with that light Sangiovese. I’m just finishing up my last ginger cookie now, and my last sip of late-harvest Riesling. I’ll bring you back to the vineyards soon!
gilded fork, wine, wine writing, Welcome to Wine Country, Rosina Tinari Wilson
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