It is autumn
It's done! Tired but happy, we look over the harvested vines, with the good feeling that our precious grapes are now safely resting in the cellar. As every year, a little sadness creeps into autumn... another year has passed. Another harvest behind us. And so nothing changes and yet everything changes, because while on the one hand we follow the cycle that determined the lives of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, we must constantly renew, update and adapt. A curious mixture that demands a lot from us. In the web of family ties, half trapped, half loved, life continues to develop.
The fog lies over the vineyard in the early morning , and it is not uncommon to hear the wild boars at dusk, busily putting on fat for the winter months. They pick the low-hanging grapes they can reach and dig through the ground in search of seeds and roots. In winter they will retreat deep into the forest again, but in these autumn months they come right down to our village.
A rustling sound often announces their arrival when they roam through grass and bushes, and only later can you hear the typical grunting . Even our Jack Russell Terrier Yoko, otherwise an extremely daring lady, has respect for her big colleagues and would rather turn away than risk a confrontation. Wild boars are gentle and only attack when they feel threatened. But when in doubt, you don't argue with a wild boar, so we also retreat in good time.
One visitor that is hardly heard is the deer, which we often welcome, especially around the Swiss House . In the vineyard, they are not our best friends, as they nibble on the buds, we admit that. But we do like to nibble on a roast venison every now and then, which Kristine prepares deliciously for us... so everything balances out.
It was a busy season '23 , but it was worth it. The very first harvest is already ready for you to enjoy: our grape juice is now available again. It is usually sold out after just a few months, so it is worth stocking up in good time.
The remaining baby wines are fermenting in the cellar. The aroma alone, which wafts through the nose during the morning cellar inspection, smells promising, but we will only be able to give you a more detailed insight into the 2023 vintage in a few weeks...
And while the migratory birds fly south , we prepare for winter together with the falcons, buzzards and owls, creeping excitedly around the barrels in which the wine of the 2023 season is slowly maturing.
We are grateful for all the good things that nature gives us and take a deep breath before the eternal cycle picks up speed again and the next round begins...
Your tired but happy, slightly autumn-melancholic counts
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