My Work is Done

The late summer quiet always sneaks up on me. I spend most of the summer in a tizzy; never enough time to get things done. Then, all of a sudden, my world becomes quiet. The vines are at the place they are supposed to be and for the next several weeks I have no work to distract me from worrying if Mother Nature has some nasty surprises in store. The grapes look great. So far it's been a good year and we ought to get a good harvest. But, still, only time will tell.