🍇 The Magic of the Harvest

There’s something ancient and wonderful about crushing grapes with your feet. It feels like going back to childhood, like hearing the earth whisper beneath you. This year, we did it together, with laughter, the scent of must, and hands sticky with sweetness.

Alyssa dipped her little feet among the grapes, laughing as if she were dancing on autumn it self. Each step released the juice, and with it, a small kind of magic: transformation.From grapes comes must, from time comes wine… and from simple gestures, memories that never fade.

It was a way to teach her that life moves in cycles, we gather, we press, we wait. That even what seems to end, like summer, is only changing shape.

And while the sweet scent of must filled the house, I realized that happiness often lives right there, in dirty feet, honest laughter, and time shared with love.

✨ Dedicated to those who find beauty in the simplest things.