I felt like Cinderella today with the bluebirds dipping between the vines and I on my morning run in the vineyard. The sun rose while I ran, first light simmering slow up on the mountain tops.

I met the winemaker there, among the vines checking sugars. What a long difficult harvest this has been! Fickle weather and threat of rot, but the fruit looks good and fine here. Picking the south side today he said while the strong East wind dried the sweat from my neck. What a relief we feel when it finally comes in, like tucking a child away on their first night back home. But that is just a part of the ride of creating wine-kids.

It was another good run.