Long Days in the VineyardThe pace and workload kept up like this for three more days. Workers moved around very little, focused only on the job at hand, but seldom took breaks and spent their days bent forward at the waist clipping bunches of purple orbs from the vines. I watched them and imagined the sore backs and sunburned necks that would trouble each at day's end.
The managers and others with supervisory responsibility spent more of their days dashing from one place to another but shared in the hard, physical labor whenever they were with a crew.
My hours spent picking grapes were few, but at night I registered aching knees from the crouching posture and aching arms from holding them up picking grapes all day. I was enlisted to help empty some of the lugs of grapes into the waiting
