Now, I don't normally hang Christmas decorations out in the vineyard and this year is no exception. I don't have the foggiest idea as to how these two cherry tomatoes (toe-marr-toes, thank you) ended up in the head of this Syrah vine. But I like to amuse myself by imagining that there are some crazy party animals whooping it up amongst the vines whilst I slumber. Party on little caroling-critters.
