By Ella Lawrence
Harvest is now officially officially over. I know I've been saying this for a few weeks, but now there is absolutely nothing left for me to do in the cellar. It's been a gradual weaning-off, from the 9-hour days that left me covered in sweat and grape juice and shaking muscles to the 5-hour days that involved a lot of time spent selecting the perfect CD to play as I topped barrels (Billy Bragg & Wilco's Mermaid Avenue). Also weaning myself from the necessary 3,000 calorie d
By Ella Lawrence
It's been incredibly sunny the last few weeks, with the only telltale signs of fall being the smoky smells in the air as land-owners gleefully take advantage of the now-allowed "burn days," sending their piles of yard waste, vineyard trimmings and other floral detritus up to the heavens in pyres. Actually, the colors say autumn as well, too. The trees and vines have gone from fat, green and full of fruit to somewhat spindly and gorgeously flaming shades of reds and oranges. And
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