Kim Engle pauses mid-sentence as his eyes drift to the window. Looking uneasy, he peers through the foggy pane at his vineyards: "Sorry, the rain made me lose concentration; it makes me nervous." For four summer days, the rain had been driving down in unseasonably high quantities; that morning, the sound of water pounding the roof was like marbles unleashed from the sky. For a vineyard owner, the weather was frightening — particularly when trying to farm organically.
Bloomer Creek Wines Make Finger Lakes Hallowed Ground
The Village Voice