He helped us out a lot over the years. And, like family, she looks in on Sommer. She notes the tremendous responsibility a vineyard demands. He needs to do what he needs to do to make him happy. A crisp fall sun warms the day.
Birds cackle, crickets chirp, a horse neighs.
Perhaps he still earns that title. Sommer saunters through the year. Through picking, pressing, bottling, tasting, pruning and growing, he lives the cycle of winemaking. He is the HillCrest backdrop. It is fall 1999.