Barb's Secret Santa

I love living in Southern Oregon! I had a magic Christmas experience this year. I was in Ashland the week before Christmas running some errands when I was overcome by the desire to listen to some holiday Dean Martin.

I stopped in the Music Coop to inquire about their supply of Dino. Specifically I said: My love of Christmas carols knows no bounds and I am looking for Dino!” To my delight, I found both Dean Martin’s album and the Rat Pack Christmas album.

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Musings on Bears

The first clue was the scent. A BLM ranger told me a few years ago that once one smells bear droppings, one often doesn’t forget.

So, when I smelled it earlier in the week, I paused and looked. I was in the northeast corner of the farm where we have the most wildlife activity. Nothing looked out of place though.

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Earthly Consciousness

Last blog, I wrote about examining the naked vines. It was an analytical piece concerning the practicalities of fine wine growing. I have grown to love the analytics associated with fine wine growing so it is with pleasure that I wrote that entry.

But when I came back to it, I felt a twinge of remorse. Another day passed and I didn’t feel better. An apology is necessary. I walked out into the vineyard to talk to my plants. Lest you think I am nuts, I am clear on the point that they will not talk back to me!

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Winter Vines

In a previous blog, I wrote about how the fall provides a window into the general strength of the vineyard. Now in winter another picture emerges. The vines are dormant now - their naked canes laying on the trellis. Now we can see the success of our vineyard plan from the previous year.

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