Going from a life of misery to the limelight did not happen at the snap of the fingers. The vineyard is not a TV show. And now modernity wants to impose a new ideology on our heroes. Let’s take stock.
“A long time ago, the vineyard was green. The only fertilizer used was manure, insecticides did not exist and the grower ploughed his land with a stricken horse. It had been like that for centuries. At the same time, we were starving. And then the “Glorious Thirties” came along. Wine didn’t sell for much more, but with potassium fertilisers, and soon selected clones, we could produce plenty of good, big grapes. When the merchant of happiness arrived with his truckload of phytosanitary products, there was no more need to dig, no more shovelling, no more fear of those pesky insects, black rot, mildew, rot just before the harvest. It was Progress.”