

On a recent Friday, the Cabernet Franc grapes had reached their peak and had to be picked immediately. While grapes are usually picked a little later in the season, the hot weather caused them to be ready earlier than expected.

I posted a call on our local email list for volunteers to join in this unique experience of participating in a grape harvest.
Not Like "I Love Lucy"
Everyone asked the same thing. Will it be like "I Love Lucy"?

"No," I responded, "We won't stomp the grapes. We'll just pick them."

Whether they were hoping to stomp grapes or not, several families joined together in the vineyard - pails ready - to pick the little purple clusters.

Grape harvesting is very surprising. There are those grapes that you see dangling right from the bottom of the vine, and then there are clusters all the way in the back, and those hiding under the giant grape leaves.
First I clipped off the easy-to-find grape clusters. Then I went after the more hidden ones. And lastly, I did a once over for anything I missed before. When our pails were full, we poured our grapes into larger wagons. When they were filled, the wagons were hooked up together and pulled to the near-by winery by a tractor.


Still, it was a great feeling knowing that the grapes we were picking would one day be wine.
I'd like to say that we sang grape picking songs, which resounded through the valley. But the truth is that we just picked and plucked. We called out to one another from one line of vines to the next. We compared notes on how many grapes we had picked, and how fast our pails were filling. And we talked through the leaves about the Olympics in London, sight-seeing in Paris and excursions to Italy.
There we were back to "Lucy" again, and her Italian experience stomping grapes.
Well, we didn't stomp, but we did have fun. And the kids will never forget the morning they "helped save the grape harvest." Okay, we didn't exactly save the grape harvest, but that's the way the kids will remember it, so...why not.
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