Grapes, vines and winemaking are in my blood. I grew up in a vineyard, as did my father and his father. After working for more than a decade in the financial world I made my home in Sonoma, on a 46 acre piece of the southern Mayacamas Mountains. This beautiful property had views to the Golden Gate and just happened to have a small vineyard on it. Soon I found myself raising my two girls amongst the vines, just like their ancestors.
Sometimes we need miracles…
and sometimes we see them.
Our vineyard’s name comes in part from my story of surviving what was thought to be inoperable cancer around the time we moved to this special place. But mostly, “Miracle Hill” pays homage to the marvelous vines that grow here. At 1,000 feet elevation, in rocky soil on a western hillside exposed to the elements, watching these grapes grow we often think it is a miracle they can grow here so well, even at all.
Today my family and I enjoy our health, living on Miracle Hill, connecting with the struggling vines and sharing their bounty.
Kathy Ervin, proprietor