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Aron prunes off some leaves so we can more-easily find the grapes. |
Here's what we were after. And they tasted as good as they looked! |
Erin's friend, Amanda, went with us and helped with the picking. |
Amanda reaches for a cluster. |
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"They're so tiny" |
"Mmm, they're good!" |
"Can't get enough!" |
Mom picks a handful |
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Dad ate about as many as he picked! |
It took both girls to carry our pickin's. |
The rosebush at the end of each row is planted to indicate problems.
Roses react faster than the grapevines. |
Carrying our haul back up the hill to the winery. |
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Amanda takes the first plunge! |
Ever heard of grape twinkies? |
A little stomp, a little squish... |
"Don't you DARE splash me!" |
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Ahh, purple feet...my favorite color! |
Jeanne Cottle, in her "Lucy" get-up, was our tour guide. |
Bob Cottle, vintner, was busy with a delivery of grapes. Here he directs
the flow of crushed grapes into the press. |
This is the fresh-squeezed grape juice (delicious!), ready to be pumped
into the casks for fermenting. |