And thy name was..

Names, imbued with meaning, are powerful incantations that, not only describe, but create the world around us. For naming this vineyard we only had to look down at the rich iron deposits streaked through every piece of sedimentary sandstone our Dirt Dog ripper brought tumbling to the surface. It would have been easy to call this place “Red Rocks”. Unfortunately, that name was already taken by a somewhat popular concert venue. Luckily, whomever named the county road that runs directly adjacent to the vineyard, already did the work for us. Redstone was the name they chose. But, if you asked them they’d probably say that building the road was harder than naming it. Funny how a name, that seemed so ordinary as a road, carries so much weight as a Vineyard. Speaking of carrying weight we moved over 8000 lbs of composted cow manure and planted some apples.