Nestled in a small craftsman house, just five minutes from downtown San Diego, there is a vineyard.  Not a large, picturesque, commercial vineyard, nor yet a moderate sized, productive, charming vineyard: it is an urban vineyard, which means peculiar. 

Tending this urban vineyard is me, a married, reluctantly aging soccer player, kept in shape by a three year old, self proclaimed superhero.  The existence of the vineyard in our front yard is most certainly due to a shared appreciation for wine with my amazingly accommodating wife…although bribery with some spa days may have helped tip the scales.  To keep all of this going, and to pay for those spa days, a day job in software development and process efficiency for a medical device company is necessary.  Someone has to pay for the most expensive wine we may or may not ever drink!

Undaunted by a complete lack of knowledge, and armed with some excellent books and the internet, my urban vineyard was born.  Now in this second year, nothing has changed.  Questions are rampant while confident answers are scarce, all with winemaking still to learn.  Despite this, the vines are thriving so something is going right.  It may have an unlikely manager, it may be tiny, it may be urban, and it may be peculiar but, to me, it is still a vineyard.