Jolyon stood at the doorway to the cellar where the presses were working on half of the first grape crop harvested at Rumors Mill since he came into ownership. The other half of the grapes were being destemmed and crushed by cheerful seasonal hires under the steady supervision of Hamish. As much reading as Jolyon had done on the production of wine, he had to admit that like with most things, the actuality was a much broader and more rich experience. It was, he supposed, why he remained in Rhydin. Reading about cultures was one thing, but to see them lived and interact and influence each other was beyond anything a book could provide.
So, he took close notes of the process from his vantage. The doorway to the cellar was a good five or six steps up from the working floor, and he could feel the warmth of the sun on his linen shirted back. He had dressed for the working of the vineyard that day as he had since starting the harvest that happened just upon the return from Yransea. As such, his ventures into town or the work at the warehouse had been forgone for the demands of Rumors Mill.
Sylvia had decided to visit without her children this time. She was certain Jolly had his fill of their antics when he visited for Harvest Festival. Beyond that, she had learned from one of the workers at the Yransea Warehouse that his son had been part of the grape harvest, and Sylvia was of a mind to scold the vineyard owner of not letting her know as he had promised to do so.
When she arrived at Rumors Mill, the long walk having reminded her the true distance from her home to the north of town to his home south of town. Her hips ached as did her feet, but it only served to be a lesson to get out and walking more. With this thought nagging her mind, she went to find Jolly and was directed by a young runner to where she might find him at the back of the villa.
The villa had gone a transformation as much as the fields had since his arrival. The nearby creek had been diverted under the supervision and approval of those familiar with landscape and its impact on environs closer to the house. A mill had been set to the side of the villa, and the water set it to motion. The process was used to maneuver the presses for the red wines. Jolyon had decided with Hamish's agreement, that this year they would do two varieties only and see which way the grapes tended to favor before they planted another variety of grape to compliment the first variety.
With a log book in hand, he made notations to the process and who was working for what hours to later calculate the end of days pay. He rubbed away an itch at his forehead with the heel of his hand and turned only to be surprised at the sighting of Sylvia. "Sylvia," he called with a cheer and walked to greet her. "I am surprised to see you."
"As surprised as I am to learn the harvest all completed?" Her mouth fought between frown and grin. "You were let me know when the first harvesting here was to happen, and did you not promise a party as well?"
Jolly could see she was only scolding in a friendly humor, but it did the same work as a full on scold to bring up his guilt. "I can't deny that I did, but as I looked on the business with an unpracticed eye, I reconsidered the matter entirely." With some hope to his voice, "Is there a chance of forgiveness on the horizon? Let me offer you something to drink while you consider it."
With a bright laugh, Sylvia motioned him on to the residence part of the villa. "You are forgiven, by me at least, but I will still take the drink if it is still in the offering."
"Of course," he added his own laugh in relief and walked with her to the kitchen where he poured out two glasses of lemonade. As he sipped his own beverage, he looked her over, still surprised by her arrival even for the knowledge of her reason.
So, he took close notes of the process from his vantage. The doorway to the cellar was a good five or six steps up from the working floor, and he could feel the warmth of the sun on his linen shirted back. He had dressed for the working of the vineyard that day as he had since starting the harvest that happened just upon the return from Yransea. As such, his ventures into town or the work at the warehouse had been forgone for the demands of Rumors Mill.
Sylvia had decided to visit without her children this time. She was certain Jolly had his fill of their antics when he visited for Harvest Festival. Beyond that, she had learned from one of the workers at the Yransea Warehouse that his son had been part of the grape harvest, and Sylvia was of a mind to scold the vineyard owner of not letting her know as he had promised to do so.
When she arrived at Rumors Mill, the long walk having reminded her the true distance from her home to the north of town to his home south of town. Her hips ached as did her feet, but it only served to be a lesson to get out and walking more. With this thought nagging her mind, she went to find Jolly and was directed by a young runner to where she might find him at the back of the villa.
The villa had gone a transformation as much as the fields had since his arrival. The nearby creek had been diverted under the supervision and approval of those familiar with landscape and its impact on environs closer to the house. A mill had been set to the side of the villa, and the water set it to motion. The process was used to maneuver the presses for the red wines. Jolyon had decided with Hamish's agreement, that this year they would do two varieties only and see which way the grapes tended to favor before they planted another variety of grape to compliment the first variety.
With a log book in hand, he made notations to the process and who was working for what hours to later calculate the end of days pay. He rubbed away an itch at his forehead with the heel of his hand and turned only to be surprised at the sighting of Sylvia. "Sylvia," he called with a cheer and walked to greet her. "I am surprised to see you."
"As surprised as I am to learn the harvest all completed?" Her mouth fought between frown and grin. "You were let me know when the first harvesting here was to happen, and did you not promise a party as well?"
Jolly could see she was only scolding in a friendly humor, but it did the same work as a full on scold to bring up his guilt. "I can't deny that I did, but as I looked on the business with an unpracticed eye, I reconsidered the matter entirely." With some hope to his voice, "Is there a chance of forgiveness on the horizon? Let me offer you something to drink while you consider it."
With a bright laugh, Sylvia motioned him on to the residence part of the villa. "You are forgiven, by me at least, but I will still take the drink if it is still in the offering."
"Of course," he added his own laugh in relief and walked with her to the kitchen where he poured out two glasses of lemonade. As he sipped his own beverage, he looked her over, still surprised by her arrival even for the knowledge of her reason.