I am late sharing the beauty of our fall colours. To walk each day within the vines can overwhelm the senses. The fields are filled with vivid variety of colours. 
At times, intense hues while at another moment the fields are more like a watercolour. 
I enjoy the rustle of the leaves, along with the sound of church bells ringing from three nearby churches. Even the morning air has a unique crisp smell as the first frost drops the leaves.
It is heart warming to see my grandmother's keepsake grapes on the leaves from the vines. 
With the harvest behind us, the vines still need to be enjoyed.
