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Today in my ancestral home*, surrounded by green fluffy hills** while our tame wolf runs around the house***, I was going to help in the noble and longer-than-one-might-think process of wine making.
I can't decide if the fact that I was told to go and do my scientific-ish homework instead, since there are too many helpers already, is a betrayal of all this picturesqueness (or possibly a surprise detour to steampunk) or not. As it is, this point in the wine-making process seems to involve one person holding some tubing and everyone else gathered around to give advice, so that seems about par with tradition, maybe.
*=Belongs to my father
**Those are actually exactly as stated, and now I can't remember if I ended up remembering to link to roga's gorgeous pictures of them back in April, here.
***All right, she's half wolf and almost entirely dog-behaved, which is good; from all accounts I wouldn't have the first idea how to deal with a wolf-like personality. It's still very odd to me. (She also shows up in the pictures, very bravely sniffing a dog about a fifth her size and trying valiantly to trust that it won't kill and eat her.)
I can't decide if the fact that I was told to go and do my scientific-ish homework instead, since there are too many helpers already, is a betrayal of all this picturesqueness (or possibly a surprise detour to steampunk) or not. As it is, this point in the wine-making process seems to involve one person holding some tubing and everyone else gathered around to give advice, so that seems about par with tradition, maybe.
*=Belongs to my father
**Those are actually exactly as stated, and now I can't remember if I ended up remembering to link to roga's gorgeous pictures of them back in April, here.
***All right, she's half wolf and almost entirely dog-behaved, which is good; from all accounts I wouldn't have the first idea how to deal with a wolf-like personality. It's still very odd to me. (She also shows up in the pictures, very bravely sniffing a dog about a fifth her size and trying valiantly to trust that it won't kill and eat her.)