My remote vineyard is in California, in Napa Valley, high up in the western hills of St. Helena on the road to Santa Rosa. Thanks to Google I can count the rows of wines from space, and thanks to e-mail I even know that they survived the Glass Fire :
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| The sun rising over the vineyard for a hot summer day. Tuesday 20.6.2017, 6.03 am. Photos Jörn |
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| “Raindrip” irrigation valve |
When I visited my friends from many decades back there in 2017, probably the very last time, I picked up a souvenir, a drip irrigation valve lost on the ground. I’m a technician, unfortunately without any specific idea of wine. But I have friends.
Since then this little valve accompanies me in my satchel with the medicines I take, along with the pills in their blister packs. Only now I realize that one plastic valve is worth seven Dollars, so I really should have asked …
My little water valve with my daily virtual melancholy, positive memoirs of good times past, turn out to be my best medicine.
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(Sorry, to a German it’s a wineyard, Weingarten, with w. And a winery in no Weinerei, constant sobbing, but a Weinkellerei.)
This is a tiny 6½ cm (2½") mouth organ, a “Puck” by Hohner, without its broken away covers.
It sounds good, and resides as well in my medicine satchel, reminds me of my little † daughter Svea.
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