Today I awoke to the sound of rain. Now my waterproof boots are soaked through. My pant legs are so wet my cell phone maybe broken. My sweatshirt has gained ten pounds. The pit with all of our crusher equipment has become a pond. There are puddles of water everywhere. All the over head pipes and cat walks have become waterfalls. I cant keep my notepad dry enough to write down the brix. No matter what you do you cant stay dry. Its now 5:30 am on a Monday morning. Days like these make me wish I was home next to a fire with a hot bowl of soup.  Rain can be devastating to the grapes still on the vine. Its now time for some tough decisions for the wine makers. Back to the cold shower for me.

Living the dream~Jacob