Today's OneWord: Vines

The vines grow in curled tendrils like sleeping snakes laden with precious fruit. Within a few hours, the men with browned faces and flat straw hats will walk out with their buckets and baskets, then disappear into the cool basement with their treasure in gleaming round purples and greens. The winemakers all stand at their barrels, waiting to crush the sweet flesh beneath their callused toes.