This morning I woke up to the low hum of the fans in the vineyards. It must have gotten a bit chilly last night to have to turn those on. They sound like airplanes, several of them waiting on the tarmak. They look rather like airplane propellers standing alone amongst the vines. Yes, thirty degrees this morning the news says. The big fans blow the cold air off of the precious little baby buds. It's a bit strange, only because we don't have an airport anywhere near here, to wake up to the unfamiliar droning of an entire valley.
Monday, March 31, 2008
End of March in Napa Valley
This morning I woke up to the low hum of the fans in the vineyards. It must have gotten a bit chilly last night to have to turn those on. They sound like airplanes, several of them waiting on the tarmak. They look rather like airplane propellers standing alone amongst the vines. Yes, thirty degrees this morning the news says. The big fans blow the cold air off of the precious little baby buds. It's a bit strange, only because we don't have an airport anywhere near here, to wake up to the unfamiliar droning of an entire valley.
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