Pictured:Gouveia Winery, Wallingford, Connecticut
My day was about to be spent as a grape harvest volunteer. Steps away from the registration area I looked up and this was my view. Just 50 minutes from my home, I felt I was a continent away. With garden shears in hand, I walked into the field, placed my bucket down and began to release the hanging bunches of grapes that would become the next vintage of wine.

I heard people singing mingled with talk of grape harvests...