The plumpness and beauty of the vineyards.
Wherever one looks, bunches of grapes abound and this year might be a bumper crop. Of course a lot of the grapes are discarded to further the quality of the wine.
The vines are starting to turn colour and dot the rows with stunning interludes of artistic display.
Three baby pheasants playing in the road, just like any siblings do. Precious.
A mingling of greens.
Isn't it magic how a bunch of grapes can create such a divine nectar?
The white grapes look fresh, crisp and sweet hanging on the vines...
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