The grape harvests of 2018 are safely gathered in and the alchemy of vines, sun, water, earth and wild yeast into wine is under way. It seems a fitting time to publish a beautiful poem we were sent by a visitor who came on our first ever tour.
Steve Day, we since discovered, is a local poet and musician and his words perfectly capture the celebratory atmosphere of that hot May day and our feelings about the vineyard and landscape. Thank you so much Steve.
Pét Nat Rosé 2017 Limeburn Hill Vineyard
On the southern hill
above a sunken hamlet,
dammed into a reservoir
transformed into a lake
are the vines of Limeburn Hill
wine from water,
“water be wine”.
Twelve months later
we walk across the rushing weir
for the first precious bottled year tasting.
In the haze of this May
Day afternoon, in a small chill-glass
I sip a virgin-drop of sparkling biodynamic
rosé to conjure a zest
of cloudy apple and herbs. As we sit
on straw bales, taking in the warm breeze,
common lime clay soil,
grounded in an artisan production
far away from corporate sugars and finings,
it is as if farming rounds
a circle like Honey From A Weed
and I am tasting terroir in my own county.
Steve Day, 2018