Something changes every day, varying, sometimes imperceptibly, so slowly as to be almost static, while on other occasions it is hugely explosive. The measure of time and its passing returns to its natural essence as we observe the rows of vines. There are rules to be abided by, unexpected events to handle and, above all, a level of care to be administered that is absolutely essential. It takes much more than merely planting a vine to gather its fruits. A hand that respects its life, nurturing it and protecting its growth are necessary too.