Two or three beautiful Indian summer days grace us with their colors at the moment.
With deep reds and light yellows and a warm sun that almost makes believe it's still August.
If it weren't for the quiet scent of colder winds in the air that you can smell even when the sun is shining brightly.
We held our end of the harvest party yesterday and it was a wonderful closure for a difficult but exciting time on the winery. Don't tell me I have been complaining all the time about fatigue and not enough time for myself, because I know. Maybe I'll keep complaining about fatigue just for good measure.
But in a way I'll miss working with the boys every day. It had it's boy scout moments. And a very strong feeling of 'we' that can only be had in moments of extreme stress.
I'll still be seeing them every day but they work outside and I work mostly at the office, so it won't be exactly the same. Vincent and I won't know what has been going on, unless they tell us (which they will. François can't keep quiet anyway.).
Nevertheless the party was a success yesterday. In a way it marks the end of the 'old' year on a winery and the beginning of the new one, with all the working cycles beginning anew. It's traditional to end harvest with a meal for all the workers and ours comprised a rabbit François has shot a week or so ago (yes, it's hunting season, again. At about 6:30 am on weekends we wake up because our dogs are going crazy, barking at the hunters who are standing in front of them, in the middle of the road, rifles unbroken (!!!) and the hunting dogs behind the winery, supposedly chasing wild pigs across the winery so the hunters can shoot them. It's the best case scenario and has never happened. If the hunters weren't such a stubborn and aggressive lot I could tell them that no wild pig will ever come across our winery because we have three monster dogs barking and howling that will prevent them from doing so.).
He cleaned and cooked it on an open fire and it was absolutely delicious with the secret sauce his wife makes for these occasions. No way to have the recipe, of course.
The bunny world took a vicious turn on François, though. This contestant was found on his car roof and his sign reads 'not even afraid of the hunter'.
Poor man. The hunting life won't ever be the same for him.