Pressing Forward [an Essay: Rich Life Beneath Dusty Jewels]

I ran my hands over the green-gold and pale violet grape clusters and sang them a song to encourage growth… This glowing blue, marble-sized fruit…cleansing, detoxifying, restorative… Pressing my first Pinot Noir grapes for juice turned out to be a bittersweet experience. Yet the taste of heaven in a glass is superb and well worth the seasons. Sporting a larger than life bouquet of blackberries, with aromas of both the tiny white blossoms on long thorny stems and the tantalizing berries clustered just out of reach, my juice quickly invigorates the palate. My son and daughter-in-law, who gave me...

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