Our first stop is our Tula Vista vineyard. We're just past bud break, and the vines are coming in beautifully. Walking the rows this time of year is one of my favorite things. I'm scanning each vine, reading the growth, and making notes. There's a language to it, and if you know what to look for, the vineyard will already start to tell you what the harvest ahead might hold.
At Tula Vista, we have a small reservoir that plays a quiet but essential role in how we farm. Watching the water, I'm always reminded of how interconnected everything is out here. Egrets are picking their way along the banks, herons are flying overhead, and there's the constant birdsong that comes with farming close to San Pablo Bay. That coastal influence shapes everything we do here, in ways that go far beyond the vines.
The name Tula Vista itself feels fitting: drawn from the Nahuatl word for "place of reeds," tula, paired with the Spanish vista, a view. A place of reeds, with a view. Standing here in the early morning light, it's hard to imagine a better description.
