http://www.harvestinglight.com Dispatches and musings from the vineyard Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:41:36 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en A note for Internet Explorer users Grape growing throughout the world is a challenging endeavor.  Grapevines, being a perennial plant, are not replanted from year to year and this has implications for the farmer.  Annual crop rotation is a good pest management tool.  Those bugs and diseases that attack last year’s ... http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/02/05/first-cuts/ A note for IE7 users I've always been a fan of Macbeth.                             The coldest day of the winter, so far.  We dodged a bullet.  That is steam coming off the lake. [caption id="attachment_114" align="aligncenter" width="400" caption="Steam rising off of Seneca"][/caption] http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/01/22/hover-through-the-fog-and-filthy-air/ so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. The Red Wheelbarrow William Carlos Williams Several years ago on a July 4th week-end, a couple came into the winery and told me how they wanted to retire to a winery and wanted to know what the downsides were. I ... http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/01/19/romance-in-winter/ It is warm inside. By rights there should be a few beasts out there with pruning shears. Here are a couple of shots from the winery. Did I mention that it is warm inside? [caption id="attachment_81" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="A view from Prejean Winery's front door."][/caption] [caption id="attachment_80" align="aligncenter" width="500" caption="A view from the north side ... http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/01/08/not-fit-for-man-nor-beast/ Mr. owl was too busy contemplating that beguiling lollipop question to notice the intrepid  photographer drawing closer. I was amazed that this owl let me get this close.  This shot is probably only about 20ft away.  I was stumbling around so much in the mucky, muddy snow that it must have ... http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/01/02/42/ There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Well, I now have this to look forward to. If you face east out into the darkness, this fall morning shows your tired eyes, little of the landscape. The birds, beginning to sing, are perched ... http://www.harvestinglight.com/2009/01/01/39/