They're coming right in time for the grape harvest in Tuscany. The Oro Della Toscana vineyard buzzed with a flurry of activity as the much-awaited grape harvest season arrived. Across the curves, rows of tangled vines, teams of skilled workers moved with practiced efficiency, their nimble fingers deftly plucking the plump, richly hued clusters of grapes.
The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of the fruit, mingled with the earthy, sun-baked aroma of the soil. The soft crunch of the grapes underfoot and the rhythmic snipping of the pruning shears created a symphony that seemed to pulse in time with the heartbeat of the land itself.
Madelyn had allowed the youngsters to sleep in, well aware that they had been up late into the night, their youthful energy and enthusiasm fuelling the festivities. As the first golden rays of dawn filtered through the vineyard, she and Ane were already awake and immersed in the day's activities.
