The smell from the wine-making lies a memory on the crisp July air.
Straight rows of leafless vines march parallel over the hill.
A heap of pomace awaits its future as compost.
Oak aging barrels lie racked end to end row on row.
Pallets of bottles neatly stacked await delivery.
Vintage on vintage full of promise waiting in line.
This grew from a winter visit to an Adelaide Hills (South Australia) winery. Most of the wineries in this area do the whole process from grape growing through to cellar door sales. Some specialise in degustations of their wines with locally grown foods.