I love tromping through the clumpy rows and getting right up close to the clusters of grapes. It's an earthy endeavor and the smell of the dirt, leaves and cobalt orbs feels ancient and other-worldly somehow. It's perfect just before harvest because the leaves begin to tinge with that rusty red and the greens begin to yellow, all perfect compliments to the dynamic blue tones. One day they'll turn into wine, but here they are in all their natural and regal beauty.
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