O.K., O.K. I'm sure you get it by now. I am obsessed with the weather. I once even started a novel where the character who saved the day was going to be an elderly man in a rest home whose main pleasure in life was watching The Weather Channel and checking regional radar every 10 minutes. They say every author puts a bit of themselves into each character they create, so there you are. Here is what we will have in store for us tomorrow:
This may not be cold for many northern places in the United States. But honestly, 16 degrees is cold for this part of Coastal California. Our homes are not even designed for weather this cold. I already know our water will freeze at the well pump, so am planning on taking my shower and getting my water poured for my morning coffee tonight. It won't last forever, but it will be a cold day in hell (colder than this) before the weather stops me from having my morning Joe even if it is Decaffienated-Joe. A warm drink in the morning is still the best way to start any day.
At the winery where I work, it's ding-dang cold, too. Customers blow into the tasting room with the chill winds, in all bundled up, eschewing the outdoor views from the patio (despite the awesome scenery) in favor of a warm place inside at the bar.
The vines are asleep; the cold will not hurt or affect them in any way, and all the fruit was harvested long ago. The smell of fermenting grapes, the fruit flies, and the excitement of bottles being put up or shipped out all went away, along with fall's leaves and balmy breezes. Now we do everything at a slower pace. We visit with customers longer, pause to take in the late afternoon sky as we polish glassware behind the bar, and talk of holiday plans.
I love working in a tasting room at this time of year, as I get to spend more time leisurely getting to know our customers, organizing and re-stocking wines and other goodies, and enjoying (literally) the fruits of our labor. It's a time when I truly take stock and feel lucky to get paid for the work I do, because many days, it feels like pure pleasure.
Around the homestead, it's all about keeping warm in the hours I'm home, with less to do outdoors than usual. I have a decent, carrot and onion crop in the ground right now, but only the lettuces need to be covered. So I just keep things watered, thaw the poultry's water each morning, and make sure everyone has what they need to keep warm, including us. Last spring's carrots, peas and the pig we butchered go into hot soups and stews to warm us from the inside out.
Wine and veggies are alike, in that they are little tastes of spring and summer weather, keeping us warm throughout the long winter's nights. So have some hearty stew, have some wine, and look out the windows and dream of whatever makes you feel a little warmer. It's cold out there.