Harvest epilogue

It took nine years to get to Pluto. It took about that same amount of time to realize my dream of working full time in wine.

I finally caught a glimpse of it this past summer, just when Pluto came into better view. I was inspired by the excitement, accomplishment, relief everyone who worked on the project must have felt.

The view down Eola Hills Road across the Willamette Valley

So too with me.

The latter part of 2015 became the entry to a new life, a beginning of sorts even if things are clearly somewhere in the middle.

Harvest was the entrance, the first season where I could devote myself completely in a way I never had before.

Autumn moon

I learned some things, some of them things I knew but know in a new way now.

You can't be demanding of others if you aren't demanding of yourself.

You can't be too serious, but if you're not serious about things that matter to you, what do you expect to happen?

And I'm all in with my wine production, no matter what. I'd rather have great and bad than only good. I'm committed to that.

When harvest was done, it came time to ship mailing list orders

In the end, I'm left with one simple wish - please don't let this be all there is. It's that good.

I suppose the next years are all about making sure that wish keeps coming true.

This harvest, we saw visitors of all kinds, including Winnie.