It's middle of November; snow is blowing; 21 degrees outside; I'm guessing summer is over. What can we say about 2014? It was the worst of times, it was the best of times. It was a dickens of a year. On the farming end we could complain about the vagaries of Mother Nature, or perhaps the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, but that's been done before. For the entire long year we have poured ourselves into our work. Now it is time to pour our work into ourselves. Might as well remember the year fondly. We have had a great season at the winery. Won some pretty fantastic awards for our efforts and added an eighth generation to the family along the way. Introduced a few awesome wines and incredible new labels (like Noirvana) to our portfolio. Like all great wines, we are aging nicely! Our last day open at the tasting room is Monday, December 22nd. Then we will go dormant for two months opening back up the first Friday in March. I use the time to meditate, chant, and contemplate the meaning of life, the universe, and the time-space continuum. And I nap a lot. I feel sorry for people who don't have winter. They don't understand the zen of a dormant season. Those boring days of endless sunshine and heat. Who would want that? No time to think about spring and rebirth, mistakes of the past, opportunities of the future, the importance of snow tires and why isn't the furnace working? Of course I wouldn't want to live any further north. That's just crazy! What are my predictions for 2015? It will be an odd year. I'm pretty sure of that.