It’s a wonderful sunny day, the air smells good and the colours are more clear,
after yesterday’s rain.
I go for a stroll in the vineyard and I stop for a while to look at nature’s beauty.
I think that there is art in these tendrils that handle themselves
with ability and inborn wisdom.
Curved and soft lines, knots, tangles, rushes towards the sky.
You could gaze at all this for hours...