Posted on Tuesday, Oct 28 2014 - 10:38 am
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.
From “Ghost House” by Robert Frost, 1915
When the wet leaves rustle with the footsteps of little goblins and ghosties (and SpongeBobs and IronMen), nothing warms your Halloween heart like a generous pour of Noble Pig Pinot Noir. And when you’ve deducted your tribute from your kid’s plastic pumpkin full of booty, you know what pairs nicely with chocolate? Noble Pig Pinot Noir. Just sayin’.
Jeff Marten, Tasting Room Manager