Mornings after I finish my barn chores, I look forward to this walk up over the hill to the compost pile.
This is looking up one row of the vineyard, isn't it beautiful.It is literally so quiet and restful, you can only hear a song bird or two, or an occasional bellow from the neighbors cows.
As I crest the hill and look through the many twisted vines, I spot a clump of winter grapes. Of course, these will have to be clipped, and tossed in early spring, to promote the new crop come late summer into early fall.
More snow in the forecast for tomorrow....