Monday, March 1, 2010

Dusty Wine

One day with the hot sun on our backs and hard clay underneath our feet, Steven and I helped out in a relative's vineyard. Our hands were sticky with grape juice and sap from the vines. Our mouths were dry and yet most of us still had the energy to poke fun at each other.

The next day it was a different vineyard with sandy soil and grape bushes instead of vines. The cold wind hugged our bodies and threw away our pails and hats. We were bathing in sand and tumble weeds were dancing all around us. I have never thought grape picking would look so magical.

Later this year, those fruit will turn into wine and probably, next year when we visit Manila again, we will see them sold in SM.

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