Crying is obligatory
Crying is a physical process during which the human body produces tears. This can be caused by Sadness but it is equally possible that it is induced by its antipode: Joy.
|However, according to The Cure, boys don’t cry.|
Gents therefore cry largely in secret, while ladies have no problem bawling their eyes out in public.
The American sociologist William Frey who studied this phenomenon, also found that women cry a lot more often than men: on average 5.3 times a month, as opposed to men who only cry 1.4 times. Interestingly, Freys findings showed that both genders tend to feel a lot better after a good cry.
|The Swiss/American psychologist Aletha Solter wrote a textbook on why babies cry. She is of the opinion that one of the reasons that newborns cry is to release the stress they experience.|
According to Solter it is therefore important to allow the baby to cry as much as it needs. ‘Don’t try and distract them, don’t give them any food, and certainly don’t stuff a pacifier in their mouths,’ says this baby-expert. ‘Let those little ones wail. Crying is necessary. It’ll do them good.’
A wistful tear at the parting of summer
|We looked back over the summer with a nostalgic tear in our eye.|
|We reminisced over our dutiful castle chickens, who would poop out their daily eggs and then come sauntering in through the open kitchen door to inform us of their contribution.|
|The egg man at the market used to watch us with a hollow eyed stare as we walked past him, but it didn’t bother us. We lunched in the shade of the plane tree, and life was beautiful and without sorrow.|
|The harvest was rich and the grapes were sweet. When the last grape splashed safely into the barrel, the summer went. The next morning we looked out the window and saw the vineyard bathed in a golden glow.|
|The grapeless vineyards turned yellow…|
|… So we took the Méhari to its night shelter for a well-deserved winter holiday.|
|We cried hot tears of joy at the birth of our new wine. Unbelievable, how generous the year 2015 has been to us. The sprightly fresh rosé smells and tastes of a mouthful of wild strawberries, and the Sauvignon Blanc, well….still needs a little more time.||At the moment it still has the look of gone-off breast milk but, the scent of citrus fruit and Boxtree is already wafting over the edge of the glass. Only a couple more weeks and then hmmm….|
The weeping vineyard
|When the grapevines, tired out by the harvest, eventually let their leaves drop, the vineyard is covered under a yellow-gold blanket.||The flow of juice in the vine root comes to a halt and the plant is preparing to nod off to hibernation. That is the moment we embark on the vineyard, pruning shears clutched in our fists.|
|‘Snap!’ it resounds in the fragile morning silence.|
‘Snap!’ the sound carries far and wide.
‘Snap!’ another twig bites the dust. The grapevine sheds a tear and mourns her lost youth.
But not for long, because when spring comes, she shall rise again. Stronger than ever.
The wine lets her tears run free
|At the end of day of hard manual labour we are castle-bound. We stoke up the fire and open a bottle of beautiful Bordeaux. And yet again we are faced with tears. This time it is the wine itself that’s weeping.|
This phenomenon incidentally, is one that so called wine experts love to surround with a bit of pomp and pedantry.
|These ‘Great legs’ or ‘Church windows’ as the experts like to call them, are supposedly a sign of quality.|
Don’t fall for it.
Tears in your glass are merely an indication of the alcohol percentage in the wine. After swirling the wine, it flows back down in rivulets along the inside of your glass. But wine consists of a number of different components that do not have the same weight. Alcohol is heavier than water and flows back at a slower pace. The higher the alcohol percentage the slower the tears flow. C’est tout.
Crates of tears
|A big winesale company on the phone. If we’d be so kind as to put together three thousand one-bottle-cases of Château la Tulipe, because it would make such a lovely Christmas present. Goodbye weekend! But maitre de chai Philippe knows no trepidation, so we brushed off our tears and set about the task with cheer.||Now the job is done and by the time this Slurp glides into you mailbox, the cases are on the shelves.|