Thoughts from a life filled, to different levels in different bottles, with writing, gardening, antiquing, drawing and painting, musing, musicking, and wine. Vines are the growth of the moment; wines, reflections back on that growth, from a distance. And lines, musical or otherwise, reflect them both.
In our age of automated "personalization," it is, of course, a pleasant revealing of the truth of the situation, when one receives an e-mail rejecting a poem with this opening greeting:
"Hello {SUBMITTER_NAME],"
Mr. Submitter Name, being duly impersonalized, has not sent the rejection back to the magazine as "not what he was looking for."
Such a reply would be a little too faux-automatic.
Cheers . .