The year is seventeen hundred and eighty two.
The berries in the vineyard are in full bloom.
Sweet smells make their way to the mansion.
Greeting everyone with sweetness.
The sun is beating down and it’s tanning my arms and neck,
As I’m filling my basket with berries to the brim.
The hat on my head is not helping at all.
In fact, it’s doing the opposite of helping.
But soon it will be nightfall.
And I will be able to take the baskets of berries inside.
I’m excited for tomorrow.
For tomorrow, I’m in charge of making the sweet delicious wine.