"Vineyard." On this second day of March, I woke up thinking that somehow Spring would have arrived. I dreamed of tree buds, sunshine, and green grasses. To my utter delight the sun was shining this morning yet it was delusional and fleeting. The frost of winter was still in the area as I marched out to my car. I refused to bring gloves but I wore my down jacket. The cold air does smell differently though. Snow is on the ground yet, but there is a faint hint of something...perhaps Spring. Compelled by my desire for warmer weather. I choose to revisit this place. The Nashoba Valley Vineyard and warmer, sweeter afternoons.
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