The Pinot of Our Fathers It was a mysterious enigma. It could be aloof or sublime, sexy or austere. Read More→
The Slow Act of Fermentation Baking bread is my zen time; it slows my roll and gives me time to think. Read More→
The Little Things… It lurks underground. It can be abused or nurtured but it is mostly ignored. Read More→
The Blackbird in the Vineyard… Le Merle, the blackbird, came to me in a dream last night. It said, “If you get out of my way, I will grow into something beautiful.” Read More→
Pepper Power Sweet peppers were the enemy when I was young. They always seemed to be green, mean and tasted nasty to my youthful palate. Read More→
A New, Old Tradition Long ago and far away, I found myself in a tiny Winstub, oblivious that the course of my life was forever to be altered. Read More→
The Vandals and the Vineyard! The sheriff looked at the totaled tractor with a bit of bemusement. “Those boys must have gone on a wild ride!” he said with a good ole’ boy laugh. Read More→
