06/16/2026
The wearisome reality of increasingly erratic weather patterns. High winds, sudden rains. Somewhere not far, a tornado touched down.
The road to the vineyard was apocalyptic. Old trees, felled like toothpicks.
One side of the fence looks like something from myth took a bite out of its side. The other is crushed at multiple panels like a compound fracture.
There’s a silver lining. Most of the fells are so dense, deer can’t pass through.
This is Mid-Atlantic farming in a changing climate. This old fence wasn’t built for these winds. These old trees weren’t planted with tornado conditions in mind.
We adapt as much as we can. Trying to match pace with a rapidly devolving celestial body as it becomes another, less familiar earth.
