Confessions From The Vineyard

The Day My Life Shifted - Confessions From the Vineyard Terry Lynne Meyer

Published on February 25, 2014

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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 ...


The joy of Hunkering down for winter

Published on December 6, 2013

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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 ...


The Siren’s Call (She Must Be an Anarchist)

Published on September 12, 2013

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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 l...


The View from the Coop

Published on May 28, 2013

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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 impre...


The Okanagan Wine Making Madness Disease

Published on March 22, 2013

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  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 ...


You Need More Than Chickens To Talk To...

Published on September 5, 2012

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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 ...


My Babies! My Babies!

Published on May 31, 2012

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  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 s...


Life Begets Life... or Thoughts of Spring

Published on April 2, 2012

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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 ...