Be careful what you wish for.
They say be careful what you wish for, but I guess we weren’t. For years my husband’s wish was, “Just some grapes and old stones.” Mine: “A place for dreaming.” And then one day, there we were. Bound and shackled to the endless mending of centuries’ old stone buildings and risking our savings to revive a vineyard. One result is this almanac of what life has become; not exactly what we wished for, and not exactly what we would have wrought if we’d had the prescience to know what was coming.
Marie (alias cepage)
