By Isla Quinn
Nobody tells you about the second harvest. Everyone talks about autumn in wine country — the picking, the crush, the smell of fermenting must drifting across a vineyard in September. Prince Edward County has that too. But it also has something most cool-climate regions don’t: a spring ritual that looks, from a distance, like a very slow archaeological dig.
Here’s the reason. Winters in the County get cold enough — vinifera vines can be killed outright by extended exposure below roughly -25°C, with bud damage starting around -15°C — that growers hill soil over the vulnerable base of each plant before the ground freezes, and in some vineyards bury whole canes flat under a mound of earth. It’s called hilling, and it happens every autumn across a region that became Ontario’s fourth official Designated Viticultural Area only in 2007 — young enough as a formal industry that a lot of the people doing this work were the ones who worked out, through cold winters and dead vines, that they had to.
I went in April specifically to watch the uncovering, which growers do almost entirely by hand. A tractor can move soil roughly into place, but getting it back off a cane without snapping the new growth underneath takes a person with a rake and a lot of patience, row after row, for as many days as the vineyard is large. It’s unglamorous work, done in mud, usually before the vines have any visible sign of life at all — you’re trusting that what’s under there survived, based on nothing but experience and a soil thermometer.
The soil itself is worth understanding, because it’s the other half of why this place makes the wine it does. Limestone sits close to the surface across much of the County, breaking through as bare rock at more than a few field edges, mixed with shale gravel that drains fast and gives roots nothing easy to work with. That combination — thin, mineral, unforgiving soil paired with a climate that forces growers to physically protect their vines every single year — produces Pinot noir and Chardonnay with a leanness that people in the industry describe as closer to Burgundy than to anywhere else in North America. I’m not enough of a wine specialist to adjudicate that comparison precisely, but I can say the wines taste like they came from somewhere that made them work for it.
What struck me most, watching a crew uncover a row near Hillier, was how quiet the whole thing is. No machinery running, mostly. Just the scrape of rakes and the occasional low conversation about which sections looked good and which might need replanting. It’s the opposite of the harvest-festival energy most people associate with wine country, and it happens with almost no audience — I was the only visitor on-site that morning, and the grower seemed mildly surprised anyone had come to watch at all.
If you’re planning a County trip and want to see this rather than just drink the result of it, aim for early-to-mid April and call ahead; uncovering timing depends on the ground thawing, which shifts year to year, and most vineyards aren’t set up for spectators the way they are during harvest season. Sandbanks Provincial Park, home to the largest bay-mouth barrier dune formation in the world, and Picton’s main street are both worth an afternoon if you’re waiting the timing out, but the vines are the real reason to come this time of year — a working ritual, done by hand, that no tasting note will ever quite capture.
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