Wine teaches me this morning to take my time. Stop looking at the clock. Wine, notably the vineyards, urge me to calm down. Haven’t taken a vineyard walk in a few days and I think that filters into my attitude, invades it and installs a hostile government. (Hmmm…..). “Stop thinking, stop looking at the clock, you’ll go for a vineyard walk today, or tomorrow, just stop with the stress! Stress isn’t the same for humans as it is for vines,” it vexes. True. You have a stressed vine and you have a voracious vintage, potentially. Stress humans too much and you kill them. Okay.. I heed to wine’s pedagogy and stop looking at the clock.