Vineyards are beautiful in all seasons. During summer they are thick with leaf; dense, long rows of greenery. In autumn the leaves change color and the thick bunches of grapes that beg to be harvested become readily apparent. In winter, the knotty, bare stumps are beautiful in the way they follow the contours in the land.

And one time, when we visited in the spring, we learned to appreciate the burgeoning new growth—full of the  promise of a new season’s vintage to come.