My parents had a vineyard. We harvested it and made grape juice every fall. I remember the smell, the feeling of holding and washing the grapes, the itchy sensation, the burnt sugars. The bottles the brilliant colors. The being together.
leslie
Passing under the shadows of bars, laughing without a care. No one was around for miles, nothing but supple berries ready to be picked. He couldn’t remember the last time they had felt so free.
A promise that your life can be fruitful with the words form God
Carrie Williams
The vineyard was full of plants and the grapes were just beginning to form. She could see the members of her family and the daily workers among the vines and she felt happy that this year, her family could break even. But then there were the fires and the strong winds, and when they returned home after the evacuation, there were only burnt stalks. She felt heartsick walking among the rows, until she saw some green sprigs emerging from the ground of the vine renewing itself.
My parents had a vineyard. We harvested it and made grape juice every fall. I remember the smell, the feeling of holding and washing the grapes, the itchy sensation, the burnt sugars. The bottles the brilliant colors. The being together.
Passing under the shadows of bars, laughing without a care. No one was around for miles, nothing but supple berries ready to be picked. He couldn’t remember the last time they had felt so free.
vineyard
The vineyard stretches across the field, curly vines planted in straight lines, for rich people to view.
I know that my life can be fruitful with the words from God
A promise that your life can be fruitful with the words form God
The vineyard was full of plants and the grapes were just beginning to form. She could see the members of her family and the daily workers among the vines and she felt happy that this year, her family could break even. But then there were the fires and the strong winds, and when they returned home after the evacuation, there were only burnt stalks. She felt heartsick walking among the rows, until she saw some green sprigs emerging from the ground of the vine renewing itself.