Dionysus is sitting in his golden chair and gazing at the beautiful view of his garden. The Golden Gate Grape Estate, which is tucked away in the rolling hills of San Francisco, is a beautiful example of the greatness of God. It was a nice, lush morning.
When people visit his vineyard, the first thing that hits them is how big it is. There are rows and rows of lush, colorful grapevines that reach the sky.
A big marble archway with detailed bas-reliefs of scenes from Greek mythology marks the entrance to the estate. Three tall columns stand on either side of the doorway. Their smooth, shiny surfaces shine in the California sun.
Vine after vine, with their smooth weave of green leaves and clusters of big, ripe grapes, stretched out past the front door. It looks like the plants are alive because they move and bend around like they have their own will. It's like the god Dionysus lives in them.
