Walking in the vineyard after a snowfall always makes me think of Robert Frost's
poems... especially "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening". Even the lightest
dusting will make the vines look so pretty. My favorite time is at dusk.

Rows of vines and snow at dusk.	Follow me.....
Winter light.... almost solstice.	Vines at sunset.
Sunset on the snow.... natures winter beauty!	Whose woods are these, I think I know, His house in the in village, though. He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.... -R. Frost

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