Showing posts with label Paso Robles Wine Country. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paso Robles Wine Country. Show all posts
13 April 2014
Peace Posies for April
Spring is a pert little season around here. So fleeting is the wild flower show on the backroads, so sweet the weather and the green hills, and then it all goes away.
We went wine tasting at Pear Valley yesterday, which is always good for a quick buzz. There were lots of folks too. Maybe the busiest I've ever seen the place. I bought a case of Aglianico, a lovely garden wine for the coming months.
My garden is really rolling along too. We have only one Juliet tomato plant with nine red cabbages plants, six hot red pepper plants, six celery, two fennel, bunches of artichokes, and lots of chard, lettuce, red mustard, miner's lettuce, and parsley.
The irises are out-of-sight this year, and we have lavender with buzzy bees.
Oregano, hollyhocks, milk weed, artichokes, garlic chives, chard, just to name some, have all gone wild. So it's chaos, wonderful chaos. And Mad Men tonight!!!
How is Spring treating you?
08 March 2014
Tasting Paso Robles Friday: Le Vigne and Pear Valley
This is Le Vigne Winery's temporary tasting room. I took one look at these towering barrels and said If we have an earthquake, RUN! People tend to think Well the heavy stuff is heavy and it won't fall.
What every person in the world should know is during a strong earthquake (you never know how strong it will be until it's too late), weighted things that are not tied down sufficiently can and generally will become airborne. This includes heavy machines like bulldozers. That's right. A giant bulldozer can fly weightless in a strong earthquake.
So see these barrels. If there is a rumble, there may be a tumble. Move your bottom out the door just in case.
That said - I liked the ambiance.
Here is the new and unfinished tasting island. Looks nice. They replaced the tall bar with lower belly-ups. I like that. It was always weird to taste wine feeling like a child standing at grownups furniture. I'm five-two. That isn't that small -geez.
And on the way home, another winery had actual people climbing on the high tension towers. So we had to go tasting at Pear Valley Winery too.
All I could think was if I were doing that job, what would I do if I had to go pee.
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