We’ve definitely started into Harvest season. It’s funny, the last harvest Rob worked was 2005 but the rhythm of the winery was so much a part of our lives up until that point that it feels completely natural for him to come home smelling of grapes. He only worked a partial day today, but I didn’t see him at all on Friday — I mean, technically, I saw him sleeping but he was gone before I woke up in the morning.
The strangest thing about this harvest, for me, is that he comes home every night. When he was at Bethel Heights, because the drive was an hour and a half, he’d stay at the winery for the whole harvest. I always drove down to visit him. I’m glad that this place is closer at least, even if they are having some rather interesting challenges from working in tight spaces.
I suppose the permit to park a double wide in soho would be prohibitive…
Alas, no more Domain Doublewide.