Cold enough for hat and gloves. Coyotes yap and howl from just over the northern slope. First thing as I walk out the door. Harvest workers walk the vines even before the sun breaks through. The gravel roads are congested with trucks and tractors and ATVs. The usual commuter traffic and buses too.
Mid-afternoon. Cold. Time’s come for a warm jacket. Hazelnuts in bins down on Fairview. Most of the grapes still on the vines. Come in little by little. Is it the latest harvest on record? Overnight temps getting into the lower part of the 30s. Can they make ice wine out of Pinot grapes?
Over the weekend the leaves change. The air cools. The car doesn’t start so easily. And the grapes begin to come in. But not so many. A late, and long, drawn-out harvest.