It's harvest time in the vineyards around our house and the winery next door is going full blast, 24 hours a day. The silence of the missing cows on the dairy is drowned out by the constant noise coming from the winery crushing grapes next door. IT'S LOUD! The vines are full of fruit and I'd love to watch them pick, but it's done by big machines in the middle of the night. One day they're here, and the next, they're gone. I haven't tried eating any of these grapes. I have a feeling I'd be sorely disappointed. They're not table grapes, they're grown for wine.