The fruit will remain (on the vine)
Climate change; for real. Now we can grow grapes, right in the neighbourhood. That’s a sign that we’re soon going to rival Europe for fine wines, right?
Not so fast, says the grower. I can raise them, but I can’t sell them. Leastwise, not at a profit. We were out on the side roads, this afternoon, and after a great bowl of chowder (actually, the best I’ve had, this season) down in Murray Harbour, we decided to be tourists, for real. Incidentally, Brehaut’s may have changed their name, but the kitchen still works, thank you very much.
Back to our touring. There was a sign that pointed to a winery, and we’re curious about such things. Down at the end of a winding road (not the reason for the winery name), we came into a small “vignoble”, complete with a weathered building to hold the tanks and permit local sales. We arrived, just several moments before the posted closing time, but the owner was relaxed and agreed to stop his clock on our behalf.
Turns out that the vineyard, just up the road from here, isn’t really closed. More a state of dormancy, brought on by a lack of available staff and a sound business decision to stop throwing money away. The vines will continue to grow, whether they are harvested or not. And if someone would like to invest some extra wealth, then things could pick up again in another season. Meanwhile, that weather station with the wind vane out of sync is simply lacking an Internet feed.
