By any measure, Ezra Pound was a controversial figure, but it was one of his poems that joined forces with the current inclement weather as I hunkered down in my den to suggest you spend this cold period visiting a wine country area. That poem, sanitized here (this is a family publication, after all), is dedicated to the inconvenience of cold, wet areas. “Winter is icummen in/ Lhude sing [expletive] / Raineth drop and staineth slop and how the wind doth ramm! / Sing: [expletive]. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, an ague hath my ham. / Freezeth river, turneth liver …” it goes on. So why would I suggest a wine country visit when the conditions are so chillingly challenging? Most people visit wineries in summer, but that means a surfeit of tourists. Driving and parking are tricky or aggravating, tasting rooms are jammed, and the amount of information you …