After a sunny week the balance tipped. Labour starts tomorrow at dawn.
You can hear the tremor in some neighbor’s voices; worry about the weather, scare stories. A scramble to get the Merlots in as fast as possible.
We spend this weekend quietly preparing the winery, controlling what we can. Not a tube or tank is left un-scoured.
Suddenly, a black cloud passes overhead. We put down our brushes to watch it move on, thinking we’ve been spared. But then rain and hail fall from a sky bright with sunlight just a kilometer to the west.
Holding our breath we make an inspection in the last of the rain and thunder.
And breathe out. The valiant little berries are holding on.
Not a career for the faint of heart. Crossing our fingers. Looking for signs.