Staying OnThe next morning, I sipped espresso on the loggia while listening to the sounds of the workers reporting to the fields to clean and dress the lanes between the vines.
In winter, while the vines slept, there was always much activity. Pruning was one of the biggest chores and cutting, trimming, and removing the branches from the rows of vines consumed the short hours of daylight. For a while at the beginning of spring, just before the first buds broke, there was a lull in the work, while the vineyard stretched and yawned as if from a long nap, and the workers prepared themselves and their tools for the long days of cleaning and upkeep the vineyard required during the summer.
But I arrived in early September, when the grapes were plump and the color set. By this time, there was mo
