This week the vineyard abruptly woke up. Baby vine buds everywhere.
Heart breakingly beautiful. And so fragile. The farmers don’t smile at the beauty. They fret about a sudden freeze. Survival at -2 degrees. -3, no.
I can’t think about that this morning.
Too full of hope.
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Beautiful! At long last Spring arrives (and about time too!)