My slumbering vineyard floor is kissed
By winter's snowy, foggy mist,
Almost obscuring the upright posts
Which stand, like sentinels,
Which stand, like ghosts,
Awaiting the return of Spring.
Harvest 2019: The Good, The Ugly 1. The Ugly: a. Bud break was two weeks late here on the Wet Side (of the Cascades), and summer was...