New years that come in under a Blue Moon happen, well … once in a blue moon, and this one, shining full, fat, flat, and very white over Rives-Blanques had all the makings of a portent of good things to come. Some of the old people around here say that a year with thirteen moons […]
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No, this was not our idea. Normally at the beginning of September we are harvesting the grapes for our fizz. But this is not a normal year, and so we are not harvesting the grapes for our fizz. We are sitting here twiddling our thumbs, and scratching our heads. At least the month opened with […]