Concerning Life as It Is Supposed to Be

A Fine Wine


1954 was a very good year.

I’ve enjoyed a vintage from that year for over thirty years now, and hope to continue to do so for many years to come.

My particular variety was derived from well established vines whose roots go deep into the thumb of Michigan. The Vine Dresser himself tended all that which has gone into this bottle to make its splendid qualities perfectly paired with the coarse dark beer brewed two years later and 400 miles south.

All praise to the Vine Dresser!

Happy Birthday, Barb.

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7 Comments

  1. Anonymous

    What a sweet post and a beautiful photo! Happy Birthday Barb!Staci

  2. Gail and Keith

    Oh, how sweet! What a lovely picture of Barb. Happy Birthday to you Barb.G

  3. Seth

    So are you saying that my mother is fermented?

  4. MagistraCarminum

    Happy birthday, Barb! And welcome home!

  5. Randy Greenwald

    Seth, you say that as if fermentation is a bad thing. She is bubbly, and especially fun when uncorked. Fermentation brings out different flavors and colors that only can be seen over time. Oh that we would all age so elegantly!

  6. TulipGirl

    *mush, mush*

  7. Randy Greenwald

    mush, mush? Isn't that a command for a team of sled dogs?:-)

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