To all the grapes they didn't pick I see you hanging on the vines It makes me very sad It isn't that you're bad I wish you had become some wines. (Sung to the tune "To All The Girls I've Loved Before" by Willie Nelson)
Brushstrokes of Autumn color can be found throughout the vineyard now.
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We are bidding farewell to the first week of Autumn and to September. The month seemed to fly by as they all seem to do. Harvest continues in the vineyard and the vines are showing the first signs of the brushstroke of Autumn colors. Farewell September, thank you for the memories. Welcome Autumn, I look… Continue reading Farewell to September’s Touch of Autumn
We've all heard the saying, 'It's what's inside that counts.' Well, that is especially true with grapes it seems. A couple of days ago on my morning walk, I decided to go see if my favorite bunch of grapes (and their friends) had been picked yet. As I walked along the end of the rows… Continue reading A Palette of Grapes Didn’t Make The Cut