The vineyards across the road are waiting to move in and line up, so tidy, almost sterile in their own rows. I'll miss those trees. The orchards had a softer effect on my eye. They weren't so identical in their outstretched arms. There's a more comforting character in the trunks.
Grapes growing the way they are mass-produced now almost look like a military formation.
Goose-stepping rigidly into the stainless steel tanks. So you can decry the inherent problems of a monoculture agriculture. The money is now in grapes. It wasn't always that story. It's only through the shiny coin from wine that housing came in second.