it was 3:30am this morning and i was on the way to pick grapes in the chilly night with my friends. the valley floor was dotted with picking crews and their lights — shining like small space stations and humming with activity. as we drove through the full moon glow and into the vineyard the cold night swallowed us whole. warm under my favorite furry hat, i took in the smells and the excitement in the tokalon vineyard and thought about all those years of giving that the vines had seen — and will see — hopefully for many, many more. the leaves hummed their song and i thanked each vine as i passed her.
and that was it. the crush was on. bins filled with beautiful fruit home we came, just a little past sunrise and a few lattes later.