by debracelovsky | Feb 16, 2026 | Into the Vineyard, Lent/Easter, Prayer
The vinedresser is never nearer the canes than when he is pruning them. David Jeremiah, writer Here in Wine Country, with harvest long past and having shed their leaves, the crazy-auntie-looking vines are being meticulously pruned. The shorn vines now go to...
by debracelovsky | May 26, 2023 | Into the Vineyard, Word
John 15:4: Abide in Me, and I in you. Springtime in Sonoma Country means bud-break, that time of the year when thousands of acres of vines awaken from their long winter’s nap, and leaves begin bursting from the trunks. You can practically hear life surging...
by debracelovsky | Jan 18, 2021 | Into the Vineyard
The cuts made in the bare, brown canes that stand in a tangled arch above each vine will determine, more than anything else, how much crop and of what quality will grow and, God willing, become wine on some warm afternoon next autumnJoseph Novitski, A Vineyard Year...
by debracelovsky | Sep 28, 2020 | Into the Vineyard, Prayer
We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.C.S. Lewis, Letters of C.S. Lewis This past Sunday evening I was finishing up a blog post, resuming my regular Monday morning posting schedule...
by debracelovsky | Apr 27, 2020 | Family Life, Into the Vineyard
Vines, perhaps like some great artists, need to suffer to make good grapes.Anne Bousquet, Domaine Bousquet, Argentina The northwestern end of the Dry Creek Valley, where I work here in Sonoma County, ascends the Coast Range to elevations of almost 3,000 feet. If...
by debracelovsky | Apr 25, 2019 | Family Life, Into the Vineyard
In our family, discussion of the personal angst of the Disney princesses comes up occasionally: Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried! If I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart! Don’t get...
