When the pandemic first hit and the world was running out of toilet paper, the only thing that ran out in our small supermarket here in Tuscany was the wine.
Divine Is this a test? How could divine get its name from anything else but di vino, from wine?
This vineyard near me was discontinued five years ago. This was the last breath. 
Probably due to this. Both photos from the same day in November 2017. 
This Cabernet is from Veneto, the region of Venice.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #298: Divine
This just in: Yesterday I saw that Visual Verse chose to publish my wacky poem to their visual prompt for the month of January. It is here. To read all the published pieces for this month, click here. It made me happy. Thank you!
This day in my blogging history
An Embarrassment of Riches 
Oh my God! This is so sad. The pictures of then and now are depressing. Why did they stop wine production?
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Oh, Smitha, this was just one little vineyard, closest to me. There are many others still going strong all over Tuscany. That year, 2017, the drought was really severe if it lasted into November. Usually humidity is high then.
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Thank God for the others that are doing well.
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Priorities! Wine is a good one!
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Thank you, Anne. 🙂 Cin cin!
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Great news. Great puns.
But when I pull the plug,
I’ll wake up.
This made me laugh.
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Excellent, Bojana. 🙂 I was not so sure that they would like this one. So glad they did, and you too.
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That’s the thing. You never know, which is why we keep submitting.
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Excellent play on words. So sad for the vineyard. The soil, cracked and dry, is hungry for water. Is this from drought or usual for that time of year? Looks like California.
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Thank you, Donna, I’m glad that you enjoy wordplay too. That year the drought was especially fierce. I suppose this is how it will go everywhere now. There are still many other vineyards left standing though. This one was unlucky.
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People went to the wine store here when they would go nowhere else during lockdown. Priorities!
I love your poem. And Fred Babb! (K)
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Glad to hear that our priorities match, K. 😀 Do you know Fred Babb from before? I was surprised to find this on my first blog. Forgot about it.
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No, although his work looks familiar. It also reminds me of an embroidery artist whose name escapes me at the moment. I’ll have to look for her.
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Congrats, loved your poem 🙂
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Thank you, Not Pam, I’m glad.
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I love the browns and reds of the (lamented) vineyard near you. It’s a worthy feature photo. And your poem “Divine” is terrific. It must be true!
Best of all, CONGRATULATIONS on having your poem published! I’m so happy for you — and all your lucky readers.
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You’re mighty kind, Carol Ann. Thank you humbly. ❤
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I love this post. You made me laugh straight away. The de vino wordplay, the fact that wine ran out. I already like Tuscany. Congratulations on your poem. You are a regular VV contributor.
Love the image of Bestia looking up, it’s such a clever optical illusion. Looks like he’s sitting sideways on a wall next to a choice door. Very clever 🙂
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Thank you, Sunra Nina. 🙂 I like that bestia shot too. And I’m glad the ditty made you laugh. It was so easy to divine the origin of this word. 😉
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