Working in the vineyard is a very calming and meditative activity. I usually keep a small note pad and pen in my tool pouch to write down the creative ideas I come up with during the process.
Norm came in one day with twist on a common rhyme:
There I sat broken hearted,
Opened a Grow Tube and nothing had started.
Charter Member, volunteer and friend Dan came up with this poem after a day in the vineyard:
While Trimming
Tenuous tendrils tightly twisted
Turn vines toward the sun.
Absorbing energy, UV radiation
And water transform molecules into fruit.
Grapes take shape, bunched round
The stem that feeds them.
Until they are full
Sweet and ripe.
Collection, crushing to must,
Juice ferments to wine.
Bottled.
Earthly delights!
by Dan Linehan