So my dad was up to his old tricks yesterday on the ranch. Gracie and Eva are on spring break and went overto grandma and grandpa Bundschu's for the day. Some time around 2 pm I found all three of them down alongthe vineyard planting baby olive trees. We have olive trees on Rhinefarm that date back to circa 1920, so they are a tradition here. Another tradition is putting the kids to work in the dirt. My brother and I grew up working in the vineyard. Meaning that, under the direction of my dad, we cleared rocks (occasionally throwing them at each other), planted, suckered, weeded, harvested, and every once in a while drove a tractor. Dirtier the better was the prevailing philosophy. This scene reminded me of those days, though the laborers were much cuter. BTW, Dad is doing olive oil. Though the marketing shtick could be pretty sexy, as it is made with a traditional press from hand-selected lots from 90 year old heritage trees, it will probably just have a pretty label and sit in the tasting room with a sign saying Jim's Oil.
