Fall disappears in a flash.

Sometimes I wonder if it ever really existed.

I know it does because I can remember the crisp mornings, FOOTBALL and the leaves beginning to change, but what is it really?

Is it a feeling?

Something comes alive in the Fall that isn't tangible. You can sense the whole world rushing to take advantage of those last days before the first freeze. It's a frenzy. Yet still and calm.

The Fall is my busy season.

Grapes are the last thing to ripen in the valley and we usually pick days before the first frost. In that scramble to get everything done, I usually miss out on the true beauty of Fall. I see it. It's hard to miss a bunch of yellow leaves, but to experience the true beauty, you need to commit to it.

Stay still in a moment and watch the world shift around you.

My vineyard is beginning its crescendo. The grapes have begun to turn purple. The final days of Summer are coming. I never look forward to this season ending, but the magic of Fall is always calling.

I'll make sure to answer this year.