Clues that harvest has arrived are everywhere. There is a literal buzz in the air as the bees are out in force. Air cannons are blasting trying in vain to scare away the birds that feast in the vineyards. I have had guests seriously question whether we are under artillery attack. Pick-up trucks pulling trailers toting picking bins rush to get the fruit to the wineries. The clickity sound of the rackety crawler as it climbs the gentle slope between the rows is almost hypnotic.
We are about to begin our third harvest. Growers are anxious. Our below average summer temperatures have been great for people but the grapes are struggling. The big question is can they ripen before the frost and rains of autumn arrive? If so, it should be a great vintage as they have had a lot of hang time. Paso Robles is sitting better than other wine regions in the west. Santa Barbara county and Edna Valley have had such heavy marine layers with cool temps they are worried about both immature fruit and rot. Napa had frost and now they are predicting rain. We are at the mercy of Mother Nature.
We harvest the Petite Sirah on Saturday. This means an early morning in the vineyard where the first sort begins. We then move on to the winery for processing. It's a long day that leaves one with a rush of adrenaline, anticipation and exhaustion. Unless you have been in the winery at harvest, you can not fully appreciate the lovely sound of uncorking a bottle of wine.
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