I love Autumn. The color of the landscape is ever-changing and reminding us that change can be a beautiful thing.
Sunday afternoon we went for a walk through the vineyard. The young Malvasia vines are enjoying their new neighbors, the white flowers (weeds are just flowers we haven’t met).
The olives are turning a gorgeous shade of purple as they ripen.
There is always something to see along the trails.
We could see from a distance that this tree was carrying some weight on its branches.
So much beauty.
We stopped to watch a Great Blue Heron fly above us and then settle into the top of this tree. Can you see him? He was most certainly eyeing the frogs in the reservoir.
The vines know that their job is done and they can relax and let go.
A touch of gold, a tinge of red. I love the contrast of the green, red, and gold leaves against the deep purple of the grapes that didn’t quite make the cut.
Looking down the rows we would find a burst of color. It looked as if a paintbrush had fallen from someone’s hand and painted only those leaves where it fell.
It’s exciting to know that this is only the beginning of the vines transitioning into their Autumn beauty.