I cannot imagine myself a grandma. It brings to mind images of my grandma with her steel permed curls, cats eye glasses, and flowered house dress in the kitchen making pies. Or legions of ridiculously proud people flashing endless pictures of wrapped bundles that look like wrinkled little old men.
Before I moved from the big city to live on the vineyard, I must confess that I hated winter. I would dread the cold and the grey and the boots and coats and mufflers and cars that felt like frozen popsicles with windows frosted up from the inside. I hated
I consider myself a ‘newbie’ in the world of viticulture and winemaking. It feels like months (it’s years) since we threw in the city towel and embraced the farmer’s life. Recently an enthusiastic Albertan–answering the siren’s call of orchards, vineyards, lakes and hot desert sun while planning his future retirement–asked
True confession: it used to be that the only time I saw 6 am was when I was coming home or catching a plane. Now I’m up at 6 am with great regularity. I’m pretty impressed at how much is happening at that hour that I’ve missed all these years.
by Terry Lynne Meyer
Here’s how it all begins. One day you are on vacation in the Okanagan and you say something to your spouse like, “wouldn’t it be amazing to live here all the time, honey?” Then, you drive by a vineyard for sale (make that 100 because now you
It's been two years since we began farming our own vineyard in Osoyoos. I'm not sure if 'farming' is the correct word, just like 'riding' isn't how you describe finding yourself astride a wild bull–just when you think you might get the hang of it, Mother Nature tries to buck
The chickens arrived. Twelve Barred Rock adorable chickens that peck and chirp like, well, real chickens. I already want more, which may turn out to be easier than I thought. You see chickens arrive
Three years ago we traded our city life for a vineyard in the Okanagan. At that time we had the respectable number of urban animals: one small dog, one cat. We struggled to adapt to the wonders of living away from Starbucks and the mall, and the rigors of growing