Henri Bourgeois - Le temps des vendanges

It is not without some weariness that we started this morning the last day of harvest under a rather overcast sky and slightly misty. A calm atmosphere floated over the vineyard where we could only hear the noise of the vendangettes (shears) at each grape cutting... A bit like if this great family who lived together for 3 weeks had been touched by a melancholic and nostalgic feeling.

The three last single vineyards which were harvested are located on the south-western / southern sides of the slopes of Chavignol which argilo-limestone soil left the earth, still wet (from the rains of the previous week nights), "in love" ( ie stucked to the grape-pickers boots).

This evening is meant to be a very festive atmosphere since we will gather to celebrate the end of the harvest: "the panful".