The fruit is all in, but the orderly bins of  grapes on the crush pad choreograph a new dance: patience, destem, patience, press, patience, bottle if the juice is destined for petillant, patience. Patience and repetition. Back when we were dancing, Caleb once choreographed a dance called Patience and Repetition which was more about finding your way to the rituals of the table, a dance he made while we were living in Italy the first time, when food and wine transformed our view of the world. Little did we now that this prophetic dance would lead us to a lifetime of patience and repetition, where beauty, wildness, and energy rise out of the structures of recurrence.