Go ahead, look at me. I look like nothing.  A dead twig.  Not very beautiful or enticing.

But I am working.  Spring is in the air and I am starting to get ready.  Before you know it, I will start to transform.

Please be patient.  Even though I look dead, I am alive getting ready to begin my process of becoming wine.

Note: This is the first part of a many part story about a grape.