full of schist

underlying all of the vines in our particular corner of the winemaking world is schist. it’s a stone that tends to crack and cleave and create tiny fissures where vine roots can pry their way downwards toward water, and therefore survive and even thrive despite a climate that produces less than 10 inches of rainfall every year. but for an english speaker, what it really does is generate endless tasteless dad jokes. as in, what do you want for dinner? i don’t really give a schist. when are you coming home? i don’t know, i have a schist load of work to do. what are you doing with that rock in your hand? i’m taking a schist. that’s a pretty old vine isn’t it? yup, it’s in deep schist. i could go on. but i think you get the idea. if not, then holy schist are you dense.

schist rocks of faugères