More Wendell Berry - and go buy some wine

I've been reading some more of the American poet and farmer Mr Wendell Berry of Kentucky. He makes a heap of sense. There is quite a lot of his approach to life on this page.

In another spot I found this extract from one of his poems:

I walk this ground
Of which dead men and women I have loved
Are part, as they
Are part of me

The place I think of when reading this? Here it is:

I built a tree house just back over my left shoulder. I picked up potatoes and later shovelled them into a potato grader, buried dead sheep, tried to shoot sparrows with a slug gun, weeded fodder beet and later fed it to pigs, cut corn to feed cattle, sewed up bags of barley on a header harvester, stapled droppers to fences, walked around mobs of sheep looking for any sign of flystrike - all in what used to be paddocks in the foreground.

Wine made with grapes from this vineyard (or maybe another one not so far away) is now available in Melbourne from Gisborne Peak Wines - see here.

Rather than just order on line - take the trip to the cellar door where Bob and Barb Nixon run a great little operation. Our Savignon Blanc is not the only good wine available. And the pizzas are great as well.