As I decided two weeks ago, I moved the wine from the steel barrels to the oak. I started the preparation during the dawn to leave enough time for my slow work. Around noon, I finished pumping the wine.
Later in the afternoon I washed all the accesories in the yard when sun were shining brightly. I saw a stork flying slowly above the hillside. A real sign of the spring... as among these mountains of Zemplén seasons tends to arrive late.
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