The Grape

I went for a hike on a trail that was near one of the wineries not far from where I live. The wine in Connecticut isn't like the wine anywhere else. It's not that good actually. You have to like it sweet, even our dry wine is a little rough. Our grape reflects the kind of place we live in though. The soil is fertile; clay, sand and loam and different combinations of each are very different throughout the state. Overall the soil is acidic, which is why the trees do so well here. I believe to grow grapes for wine making, you need to have just the right soil, temperature, and moisture. Our land is so fertile that the grapes usually end up big and juicy, just like the ones you want to pick and eat under the apple tree.

The wineries are sweet like the wine. They are far apart from one another, but they usually provide a beautiful countryside view of what Connecticut is all about. The one we went to in the photo had trails in the back part of the property that connected to a state trail that had a look out place over a damn where the bald eagles nest; quite spectacular, but you have know how to get there to enjoy it.

Maybe someday the wine in Connecticut will make it to the big boys list of great wines. For now though, they offer what I would call a young wine along with the quaint atmosphere of New England.

Until next time: in the sweet taste of the grape comes a drink that we have enjoyed for thousands of years, even Jesus made it by the gallons so people could enjoy a good party. For us, the party continues. May your day be with celebration knowing the few finer inventions in our history are still here and perfected for us to enjoy.