In clearing the freezer for this year's impending harvests I discovered 10+ pounds of blueberries from last season. There is a story there. One involving a lost mead-making "bible" and grand reluctance on my part to act without it. I realize now that loosing that resource has given me a new lease on brewing mead, wine and ales . . . for now I do it much as I cook - from a place innate knowing, place of pure intuition. So today, I thawed those blueberries with about 5 pounds of rhubarb . . . I brewed some strong tea, simmered two banana and squeezed the juice of one lime, measured our sugar and water . . . and thus began a new batch of wine.