Twinkle Twinkle Lucky Star

Levon Helm of The Band once sang:

Life is a carnival
Believe it or not
Life is a carnival
Two bits a shot

Sixteen years later Merle Haggard sang:

Twinkle, twinkle, lucky star
Can you send me luck from where you are?
Can you make a rainbow shine that far?
Twinkle, twinkle, lucky star

My mood is franctic, a little joyful about a fruitful harvest and yet worried, horrified and relieved about our many friends in South and North California who are dodging bullets one week and flames the next. Fuck it. Crazy times. The shit really seems to be hitting the fan as we hurdle toward 2019. If growing up in Templeton taught me anything, it taught me how to dust myself off, get up and keep kicking ass. What other option is there really? 

My folks tune in to this blog from time to time and I am well aware that they aren't thrilled with my salty language, but if you were to come out to the house for a proper hang, this is the language I use. Hell, it's the language I use around my folks (with the occasional reprimand if we are at the dinner table).

The point being - BE REAL.

We had a lovely, bountiful harvest. Every ferment finished beautifully. Here's a photo of a wine barrel.

Until next time ladies and germs. Be nice to each other.

MCA