I am excited and a bit nervous. At the same time, I look forward to what’s ahead of me. I am taking an exam in wine.
Wine and a vineyard in Italy in a warm springsun is tempting. This time I am here be myself for a week. It is the first time. It is secluded. Far away from the village.
Have you ever dreamt of crushing grapes with your bare feet? Do you wonder what it feels like?
The thought of walking on newly harvested grapes bring notions of romance and traditi
With newly sharpened scissors in my hand, I stand there in front of the vines. I feel uncertain. I know I need to do a major pruning of each plant. But it is an art to know how.
Do you feel it? Winter has a competitor. The warm spring sun is about to win. The vineyard is about to change color.