Del watched with satisfaction as the flock of tiny sheep wandered along the rows of grapevines. They’d already made terrific headway clearing out the weeds. Ken was helping her set up an irrigation system, together with a little tank that would add fertiliser to the water-saving drippers. In a few more weeks the vineyard would look as neat and well-loved as she’d always hoped it would.
It was late spring, and big bunches of grapes were swelling in the sun. The sight filled her with pride. Up until now, Del hadn’t been sure there would even be a harvest. Her care and attention might have come too late in the season, and pests and disease could easily have claimed the crop. But looking at the young fruit, her fears were allayed. She closed her eyes and imagined her father standing beside he
