Just as the countryside is influenced by the seasons, so too does the title of our blog depend on the article that precedes it.
Yes, because if we use the plural, then those lives are the lives of those who get up early in the morning and return home when it gets dark. The lives of those who, listening to the voice of the wind, can predict whether it will be sunny or rainy. The lives of those who know nature—its rhythms, its rules, its generosity, and its harshness.
But all it takes is a change in the article, and there it is—emerging from the galestro clay— the grapevine, the plant that has accompanied human history since the Neolithic era. The vine from which comes the food praised by poets, historians, and artists, evoked in the works of Aesop and Homer, and a privilege of the wealthy classes. The vine that unmistakably marks the slopes of the Val d’Orcia hills.
Now that you know us, we hope you’ll come back often to read our blog—there you’ll find “the vine that divides the rows and unites the vines.”




