September in La Bousquette
As far back as my memories go, Harvest was a magical time. La Bousquette is the land that my ancestors bought right after the French Revolution in 1789, and it has a nurtured generations of our family. I remember adoringly looking at my white-haired great Grand-père Charles, with my eyes barely levelling the kitchen table where all sorts of delicious things would soon be tasted. At age 11, I remember grumpily getting up at 5am with my mother and little brother to go pick the grapes with the team of vendangeurs: some local and some travelling up from Spain for … Continue reading →