My parents have a print from France in their house that they bought during a trip there in the 1980s. It is medieval-style, like the page from an old Bible, that tells the story of a village that laid down its arms to bring in the grape harvest. The moral of the story:
"La guerre peut attendre, le vin pas."
So when Jaime's dad called last night to say that today was the day to harvest the grapes, he didn't have to ask twice.
No blog today, just pictures. La guerre peut attendre.