Vineyards Quotes

“The undulating terrain was cloaked in lush abundance, the vineyards like garlands of deep green and yellow, orchards and farms sprouting here and there, hillocks of dry golden grass crowned by beautiful sun-gilt houses, barns and silos. And overhead was the bluest sky she'd ever seen, as bright and hard polished as marble.
There was something about the landscape that caught at her emotions. It was both lush and intimidating, its beauty so abundant. Far from the bustle of the city, she was a complete stranger here, like Dorothy stepping out of her whirling house into the land of Oz. Farm stands overflowing with local produce marked the long driveways into farms with whimsical names- Almost Paradise, One Bad Apple, Toad Hollow. Boxes and bushels were displayed on long, weathered tables. Between the farms, brushy tangles of berries and towering old oak trees lined the roadway.”
― Susan Wiggs, The Apple Orchard

“In the wake of the storm, sunset lay in a pink-and-amber swath over the rolling landscape, the trees in the orchard casting elongated shadows on the hillside. To the other side of the slope were Dominic's vineyards. The vines were heavy with fruit, the dense bunches of grapes nearly black in the deepening light.
They held hands like a couple of teenagers. It felt ridiculously good to hold hands with this man. His touch was both safe and sexy at once. He walked with her through the vineyards, pointing out the different grape varieties, planting dates, grafting techniques. And always, like a song playing in the background, was the sense that they were moving together toward something, and she was scared and eager all at once.”
― Susan Wiggs, The Apple Orchard

“In Moon View, the air felt different, like hope was threaded into each breeze that rolled over the vineyards. For the first time in a long time, Sarah believed in new beginnings.”
― Drew Beyson, Love Chosen: Contemporary Clean Small Town Romance Moon View Series: Book 1 of 3

“In her 1994 book Bird by Bird, writer Anne Lamott reflects on a California vineyard in early fall. It is 'about as voluptuous a place as you can find on earth: the sense of lushness and abundance; the fullness of the clumps of grapes that hang, mammarian, and give off an ancient autumnal smell, semiprotected from the sun by their leaves. The grapes are so incredibly beautiful that you can't help but be thrilled. If you aren't, if you only see someone's profit or that in another month, there will be rotten fruit all over the ground, someone has gotten inside your brain and really fucked you up.”
― Kalle Lasn, Culture Jam: How to Reverse America's Suicidal Consumer Binge - and Why We Must