The morning starts in fog so thick the far end of the row isn't there, and for most of the year that is the whole job: walk the rows, watch the weather, wait. Seventy-two watercolor-inspired illustrations follow the year around that loop, from the baskets at harvest and the crates bleeding juice through the barn door to the stone rooms where a hundred barrels do absolutely nothing for a very long time.

The collection steps into the winemaker's study too, the harvest ledger open in its leather binding, next year's cuttings bundled and labeled. It ends at a farmhouse table, plates stacked, one glass still going.