It is amazing to me how the vines are awakening from their Winter’s rest and bursting with the promise of things to come. Grapes. Wine. That’s what is to come.
Some are still yawning and contemplating whether it is really time to awaken or not.
I love the remnants of vines that are left behind.
Soon these views will be filled with lush green leaves. The landscape changes daily now.
“Great wine requires a mad man to grow the vine, a wise man to watch over it, a lucid poet to make it, and a lover to drink it.” ~Salvador Dali