Fun in the sun.
It is only a short four rows of vines and yet it took the whole day to pick and press them. We started at nine, five of us, and snipped the last bunch of grapes just before noon. Who would have thought it would take so long? The white vines were extremely abundant this year and when I happened to glance over to the reds, they looked even more plentiful. Ah, a good vintage ahead.
This time I was towing the precious grapes back to the cellar. Not as easy as Bob makes it look...driving with a full trailer of grapes is not for the faint of heart. Bob was at work of course, harvesting all over the various vineyards.
Vines are an object of beauty and when harvesting coincides with a warm and sunny day, work turns into meditation.
After de-stemming the bunches of grapes they were left for a couple of hours to settle and absorb the individual flavour from the skins. It gave us enough time to scoot over to Hungary to eat lunch at the " Yellow Hotel" in Grossdorf. Nice, and I wouldn't mind going there again.
After lunch we pressed the crushed grapes. Hard manual labour and it is a wonder wine is as cheap as it is. If only you knew how much work goes into making each and every bottle of wine, you'd never pour wine down the drain.
White wine is done and dusted which leaves the Uhubler grapes and of course the red ones. That might take longer than a day, but then again...Rome wasn't built in a day either.
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