Only in Summer July 9, 2025 08:29

The sun will rise. You can bet on it and you will win. In the fog you can’t tell the exact moment. There is just enough light to see the way down stairs to the gravel and climb on the ATV. The seat it wet. Moisture soaks through and makes you cold.

The vineyard is quiet and lifeless until you see a pair of quail running into the bushes on the fence line. They disappear. Again you are on a deserted hillside among grapevines.

The cloud of dust follows my path up and down the vine rows. Part dirt and part fine micronized natural Sulfur. Dust hangs, floats, powders leaves then settles. From the earth back to the earth.

This is my summer tradition. Blowing sulfur onto vines to stop the growth of powdery mildew.
It is the most I do and all that is needed to keep grapevines healthy.

In the emerging light you see each vine one-by-one as you move past and try to remember the location of the ones that will need more attention.
It is a world out there that is yours to care for.