As the first warm rays of spring sunshine stretch across the vineyard, a quiet transformation begins. The vines, having stood dormant through the cold, are now stirring awake, responding to the subtle signals of the changing season. Buds begin to swell, and perhaps most telling of all—the vines are weeping.
This “weeping” is one of the earliest and most poetic signs of spring in the vineyard. It happens as the warming soil reactivates the vine’s roots, drawing up water and nutrients. As this lifeblood flows upward, tiny droplets emerge from the pruned cuts of the vine. These glistening tears signal a reawakening, a new cycle of growth, and the promise of another vintage to come.
Steve, our vineyard manager, has been out in the rows every day, checking the vines and keeping a close eye on how they’re waking up. He’ll tell you that no matter how many seasons he’s seen, this moment never gets old. And he’s right—there’s something special about witnessing nature come back to life.
For those of us at the winery, it’s a magical moment—one that always brings a sense of wonder. The weeping vines remind us that nature moves forward with its own quiet determination. Soon, the first leaves will unfurl, stretching toward the sun, and the vineyard will be awash in fresh green once more.
This time of year brings a mix of excitement and responsibility. With the vines stirring, our work kicks into high gear: checking bud development, watching out for late frosts, and gearing up for the rapid burst of growth that’s just around the corner. Every drop of sap that falls is a little reminder of the life within these gnarled trunks, the resilience of the vines, and the care it takes to guide them toward their full potential.
As we walk the rows with Steve, listening to his stories and watching the vineyard wake up, we can’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. The weeping vines whisper their secrets—of past harvests, of winters endured, and of the beautiful vintage that lies ahead. The journey has begun, and we’re lucky to be along for the ride.
Comments