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Smells like bread baking down here in the cave. Monday we harvested grapes, that is, we harvested some of them. This year’s crop far exceeds anything in the past and just picking the west row we had 140 pounds, more than enough for the five gallons of wine I make. And even at that we only picked the low handing fruit, so to speak. We left a lot of grapes on the vine for whomever or whatever wants them. As for the east row, we’ve left the bird-blocker netting on it for now. I want to compare the ripeness of those grapes in a couple of weeks to the the ones we picked this week. Continue reading “The crush”