As I look out my window this afternoon, I see a slow misty fog descending upon the vineyard. The south slope which holds the last heat of the summer sun is now blanketed in dewy drops of moisture. The vines await their turn to be pruned.
Each year shortly after harvest and the wine has been put to rest in oak barrels, the task of pruning the grape vines begins. Mark will spend a number of hours each day from now until the harvest in October "fondling the grape vines". He truly is "out standing in his field." This vineyard is an act of love.