Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Lacrime di Rospo translates from the Italian to mean in English, "Toad's Tears". Long ago and for reasons I can no longer recall I adopted as my muse and mascot the common toad, bufus bufus. As an American living in Italy, a land of rich and sometimes binding traditions and history, when I started making wine I tried to keep it fun and irreverent.
While a wonderful, sweet, white dessert wine exists (Lacrime di Cristo, DOCG), our wine, each year is something else. We grow our own grapes, crush by foot using traditional methods and make less wine in a year than the average winery spills on the floor on a given day and the results of our efforts at the end of the fermention, decanting, ageing and bottling is often comical, sometimes delicious, never reliable and completely unsaleable.
I hope to spend time sharing what it is like to be an occasional organic farmer/gardener, hobby winemaker, sometimes artist, and oftener and oftener a full-time parent and husband. Hopefully my musings will be of interest to someone.
I hope to post images of the farm and my artwork in the coming days. I welcome all comments, encouragements and corrections.


  1. About here your blog starts. I am just an incoming visitor that found interest in the content and now have to start from the beginning. What lead me here was your artwork, prints, and your new machine. But the Bufo Bufo (as in this post) also happens to be one of my favorit garden inhibitants. Every child should have the right to at least once hold and make acquintance yo these obscure beauties.

    1. If you start at the beginning....the boy in this photo is now 16 years old. He was fearless then and is still crouching down and looking for spiders and lizards and toads.