Day 228 of Wonder

Up on the hill behind the town I live in, are rows and rows of grapevines stretching towards the sky. It is an amazing view and one that never ceases to enthral me. These vines are meticulously cut back by narrow tractors sporting sharp cutting instruments. Strangely looking more like a crazed hairdresser than a sophisticated trimming machine, I usually keep well clear when I hear them at work. Just a private precaution.