Oh, how I wish the old vines could talk. I wish they could tell the stories of what they have seen and experienced over the years. Do they grumble about getting older like so many humans do? Do they compare themselves to each other and try to be like the vine next to them...I don't… Continue reading The Wisdom of the Old Vines
The last week of November is here. Thanksgiving is this week. I really don't know where the time goes. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. My morning walks continue and even though the mornings are chilly, I still get out of my warm bed and wander through the vineyard. My feet wander… Continue reading My Thoughts Wander Along With My Feet
"Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The winds of change are making their way through the vineyard. The temperatures in the past week have turned cooler and often the wind has a bite to it. The leaves on the vines are in a state of changing colors and gently letting go and falling to the ground. The various plots around the… Continue reading Autumn’s Palette
There are days in all of our lives that we will remember forever. The date is always stuck in your mind. Each year when it comes around you are transported to that day in your past. You may try to block it out or you may just relive it once again. Today is one of… Continue reading For You Dad. Miss You.
The Winery Woman 