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I don’t mean to whine, but there hasn’t been a really good year for French wine in a while now, and it’s getting harder for me to keep my cellar shelves full. When I go to my favorite vineyards to taste their recent bottles, it leaves me pining away for the good old 2009s, 2005s, not to mention the 1989s and 1990s . . .

At least I know that my winemaking friends are trying harder than ever, using horses to plow the soil next to the grapevines in order to remove the water-thieving weeds and the small surface roots those lazy vines try to send out, instead of digging down deeper into the soil for nutrients and savors. The horse hoofs keep the soil nice and loose so the rain doesn’t just run off and, on top of that, the “horse apples”—as I’ve sometimes heard my Amish friends call them—make for fine fertilizer!

Some of my viticulturalist friends are getting savvier all the time about when to harvest their grapes (they tell me one should harvest grapes for red wine at least two weeks after the grapes themselves are ripe, so that the seeds inside them have time to ripen—who would have thunk it?) and are becoming more and more selective about which grapes make it into the barrel, winnowing, not just the rafle (peduncles, stems, and pedicels—I’ll teach you French yet!), but the less ripe and frankly unripe grapes by hand. And although some of them still haven’t figured out what vinification entails, many of them have gotten the two necessary fermentations down pat (don’t think of old jokes about Nixon here).

So I haven’t lost hope! Maybe weather conditions this year will prove more amenable to growing great fruit and harvesting under perfect conditions—especially since I promised one of my friends to help with the grape picking this fall!

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