Sitting in the shade of a massive tree with my friend, overlooking the rose garden and vineyards, I noticed dust clouds billowing in the distance.
At first all I could see was the dust cloud, but then I became aware of a tiny object moving in front of the dust; it was a tractor.
Nothing epitomises the lack of rain more than watching this tiny machine drive up and down the narrow pathways between rows of grape vines, engulfed in dust clouds.
It was not spraying crops. The clouds are red dust.
The wind easily picks up the red dust that used to be earth, swirls it around in a Dust Devil and spreads it to the four corners of the universe, never to be seen here again.
We need rain.
How else is this crop of grapes going to survive well enough to become tomorrow’s wine?