I promised you an illustrated account of the harvest, so here it is.
The process begins at dawn with an Ape rattling into the courtyard, and then the sound of workers stacking red crates in a pile.
Don Pasquale might appear to be the one in charge of the operation, but everyone knows full well that Nonna is the one who keeps an eye on things.
Toward the end of the day the crates at the end of the rows are filled.
And then loaded into the Ape for delivery to the winemaker in the village.
That’s about it, Jack. If I had more time, I would have made this report shorter.