Sweetness

Usually I don't help Joan much in the vineyard this time of year. For the past several years it's been building construction and trellis work that has occupied my time. (Oh I shouldn't forget madly putting up a deer fence last year.) But this year I have been helping with the important task of training and shaping the growing vines. One morning, early before the wind stated to pick up, I noticed a sweet perfume in the air. It was like a very faint honey smell. I had never before smelled the scent of grape flowers. The vineyard is full of tens of thousands, probably even millions of grape cluster flowers now and it didn't take long to identify them as source of the aroma. Heavenly.