Another week, and more picking and crushing. Not so many pictures of that, although still a few. I am, however, still doing #hipstergrace whenever possible. The light here is so good for it, and after a bottle of wine or a beer, I can't help myself.
Taco night, with home made tortillas.
Ah yes, and now we start picking reds for Rose.
Red wines are crushed, fermented, and then pressed to remove the skins. Rose is made by using red grapes, but pressing almost immediately after crushing so that very little of the color is released into the liquid. So someone, in this case, Dela, has to jump in the vat to bucket it out.
Fun with Chardonnay and sunsets.
At Wallington Wines, there are sheep. They are shedding sheep (they don't need to be sheared, and aren't raised for the wool) but are kept for meat, and to keep the weeds down. Which means that occassionally they are herded into the already picked vines to nibble away at the grass and other weeds growing there. No spray=organically controlled weeds.
Self referential humor. In the form of a sign on top of a hill in the back section of the property. Good times.
The view of the winery from the hill. You can see how much dryer the grass looks compared to when we first arrived, too.
The Mount Nangar Forest where we hiked the previous weekend. The views from here were pretty great.
And with that, one more week down. Molly and I were thinking it was about time to go. We still have a lot of travelling to do, and wanted to head back to New Zealand before it got too late in the season. We have a weekend, and then we're off!
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