As we made our way through the rows, I stopped for a moment to take it all in. An unexpected feeling of melancholy hit me as I looked at a naked row of vines. The canes were vacant, barren. Their purpose fulfilled. The vines had borne fruit and now would come their time of rest... and quiet. T'was a bittersweet moment, for I had grown to so love the sight of these dangling clusters of purple berries against the green leaves and blue skies.
Before.... and after