After a few weeks’ hiatus, we’re back up at the ranch to see how things are progressing. With just about everything in dormancy, that means nothing is really progressing anywhere. But it makes for a good opportunity to put on cowboy gear and sleep in a barn.
As you heard in a recent post, the only crop I have going are the Brussels Sprouts, which I’m afraid are completely ruined by the recent warm spell of temperatures in the seventies. NOTE TO SELF: Sonoma Valley is not Brussels Sprouts growing territory.
The next thing to check was the wine, which has been safely resting in oak barrels. For an expert opinion, we invited our friend, Julian, eccentric and wine connoisseur, and his lovely wife, Vickie. Julian gave the stamp of approval to our Cabernet which is showing a lot of fruit, body and structure. He was very kind about the Grenache, Mouvedre and Cinsault. But what can you say about wine made from grapes from immature vines. It’s a little thin and not yet ready for primetime as bold Rhone varietals. Maybe we’ll pass those off as Rose.
Accompanying Julian and Vickie were their giant hounds, Elsa and Dougal. They are a breed called Leonberger. These are dogs of German origin and were developed from Newfoundland , Saint Bernard, and Pyrenean Mountain Dog. I’d say there is also a fair amount of Sasquatch in them. These dogs are massive. But then Julian has never been known to do anything by half.
These dogs are so huge, they even made Oscar scared. And Oscar is a fifteen pound dog who thinks he’s bigger than the biggest Pitbull, Shepherd, or Labrador in the park. At Crissy Field, playing in the Bay, he’s actually figured out how to get Labs to go fetch things from further than he can swim, then drop them on command so that he can take them. Oscar is a BIG dog in a small package.