Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Harvest Time, Butter Yellow.

Last day of the grape harvest. Sugar has to be just so.

How many bottles will this make?

While out in the vineyards witnessing the grapes being shorn from the vine, I had to give props to this crunky fella.

These guys move unbelieveably fast. They run up the line like a swarm of ants quickly cutting clusters of purple globes off the host, drop them into white bins and then dump them into the waiting recepticle at the back of a tractor, turn around and start all over again.

Snip snip so everyone can sip sip.

The cloud mottled sky reminded me of New Mexico.

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