The vineyards of Provence have taken shape over centuries, some still functioning that began as far back as Greek or Roman times. Producing wines is treated as both an art and a science. A great deal of respect is shown to the surroundings and traditions of growing grapes and making wine. The landscape of Provence is spectacular, but is subjected to a climate that can be very harsh, with its strong mistral winds, hot summer sun and from time to time, freezing. Here, in these vineyards, their ever mindful caretakers - Provence's Vintners - faithfully care for their vines so that Provence remains one of the richest wine producing regions in France.
Spring in the vineyards ... Waking up ....
As the days grow longer and the sun starts to warm the soil, the first sprouts of leaves and the beginnings of the little grape bunches push through from old, gnarled vines as well as newly planted ones. The countryside takes on a pale green hue and it seems as though there is daily change in the vineyards of Provence.
Tufts of green stand at the end of vines that have slept and regenerated through the winter. Provence can experience its heaviest rains during the Spring.
As the Spring rains come, the vines flourish and the vineyard workers start pruning and spraying to shape the vines so the grapes will get maximum nourishment, and protect against pests and diseases.
As the vines continue their growth, the Mistral winds which are more prevalent in the Winter and Spring months, play an important role in their health. They act to cool and dry the grapes, which makes them less susceptible to pests and diseases associated with humidity.
Summer in the Vineyards ....By early summer, the landscape is a carpet of bright green... Provence has a truly Mediterranean climate with dry summers. This area is blessed with an exceptionally high number of sunshine hours, approximately 2,900 per year, exceeds both Los Angeles and Miami which have a little less than 2,100 sunshine hours per year. The warmth and sunshine help to develop a high sugar content, and if you have ever sampled a grape directly from the vine, you will know how sweet and juicy these grapes are.
The work never stops ...
Vintners constantly work in the fields manicuring the vines and making sure the grapes are developing a good sugar content. Vines are pruned to limit the leaf growth, and also the number of bunches of grapes, as it is believed that vines that bear too many grapes, will result in wines that lack flavor.
At this stage, the vineyards are so picturesque. They are a pleasure to take walks through or to find a quiet spot for a picnic.
As the days stretch and the sun beats down, the grapes develop a strong flavor and character.
The Vendange (Wine Harvest)...This is a season unto itself .... Beginning in late August, and stretching through to the end of September, the Vendange takes over the scene. The vineyards of Provence stretch from its western boundary of the Rhone Valley to the Cote d'Azur in the east. During the vendange, this 150 mile stretch is a hive of activity.
It's all hands on board -
Towns and villages fill up with workers coming in to help harvest the grapes at their prime. Very early each morning, you will see trucks carrying loads of workers out to the vineyards.
Tractors pulling trailers heavy and piled high with deep purple grapes, shuttle between the vineyards and the Wineries where they will line up to unload and head straight back to the fields. It is not uncommon to see signs on roads that say, "Attention! Vendange en Cours" In other words, there will be lots of slow tractors and trailers on the road, and pay attention, as they might pull out onto a road in front of you from a vineyard at any time!
A stream of purple grapes falls from the bin of the picker into the trailer, ready to be transported to the Winery.
Attention! Vendange en Cours!
A tractor and trailer has just arrived back to Sablet with its load, ready to have the sugar content measured and the grapes crushed.
Unloading into the crushing bin.
A fresh load of bright purple grapes sliding into the crusher.
At the end of each day, the tractors are parked and the trailers are washed clean of the sweet, sticky grape juice ... ready to start again the next day.
As Autumn comes ....
The light takes on a golden hue, and so do the vineyards. The grapes have been picked, a new vintage is on its way. It's time for the vines to let go of this year and start preparing for the next. As at first the evenings turn cool after golden, sunny days - then the mornings become hazier and cooler, the leaves begin to change color and soon the landscape which was cloaked in brilliant green, takes on waves of orange, gold, red and burgundy.
Spectacular color fills the countryside.
Getting closer to Winter, and there is still work to do in the vineyards. The canes bearing the bunches that produced thousands and thousands of liters of wine now stand tall and bare. The pretty leaves have gone for another year and there is a distinct whiff of smoke in the air as the vines are pruned and the piled up clippings make very cozy looking bonfires. One vintner explained to us that this is a very important part of the process, as the burning of the vines adds back to the soil and becomes a part of the "terroir," which is an essential element in the philosophy of wine making in France.
As the canes are trimmed and the vines go back to their essential base and branches, we can see (in the picture below), two or three plumes of smoke to the left of the village of Sablet. These plumes are from the bonfires made to burn the clippings.
Here, the vineyards at the foot of the hill on which the village of Seguret is situated, rest in the very late Autumn. Soon it will be time for opening this year's new wines - "the Primeurs".
In Winter ...
The air is super clear and the light has a sharp, crisp quality. The vines are now dormant and gathering nutrition for the coming year....
Sometimes, there is a light sprinkling of snow ...
Then, you might wake up to a scene of dark vines amongst a light covering of powdery snow.
Then sometimes, it keeps on snowing and the vines get buried half way up their stems...
But ... this time - it brought a whole new meaning to "Blanc de Blancs"!