Grapes. Glorious grapes. I’m so glad that we arrived here in Spring so that we could experience the whole grape growing season.
Not all grapes will make it to their destiny. Some are sacrificed for the health of the others.
Most do make the cut.
I like to think that they grow knowing their purpose. Knowing how important they are. They have a great future ahead of them in a different form. Wine or cava. 🙂
A glimpse at the grapes that have gone before here at Viladellops. Just a bit of history there.
The Winery Woman 