Vineyards are sleeping too during winter time, surely they are dreaming about spring magic winds, then about summer generosity, finally about the next coming harvest, so they wish sweet hands picking up their warm and heavy grapes, they are waiting for lovely lullabies floating in the air, sweet memories spinning around the rows, joy and friendship, hoots of laughter, children games, clouds races, sun winks, a certain way of living, simple and pure, deep and beautiful, natural pleasures, just authentic feelings… To be happy in any way.

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Faugères wine area, Southern France, on a sunny winter afternoon…
Same place and day but from another location than [link]

Canon EOS 300D + Canon Zoom 10-22mm.