The Vine Dresser
It was a clear morning as the warm dry winds blew over the grounds, the clouds were now gone and the sun shined down from the bluest sky he had even seen. New shoots of grass barely breaking the soil, and the leaves and buds on the trees just awakening from the slumber of many months.
He and his sons had finally gotten the last of the animals taken care of, and new pens made for the sheep and other cattle stock. They themselves living in newly made tents of precious cloth they had stored for some time in the hold of their ship, until they came to land and could start their new life, even as the Lord had spoken.
He looked in his tent to find his other precious cargo; still sitting in the grass woven baskets he had pack them in so long ago, tending to them carefully until the time came. Now as all the other tasks were done; the cattle were marked out and fed, the sheep feeding greedily on the last of the old grain, he could now tend to the planting.
He had marked out the ground in just the right place; good drainage, perfect soil, and plenty of sunshine. He had laid out the pool to use for the watering, and dug the trench-works for the arrogation. With a stick for a digging tool, he scored the ground in small rows, ever so often marking across the row to point out where his new plants would go. It had taken much time, but now it was ready.
Slowly he packed the old basket out, and as careful as he could, he separated the small roots of the clippings he had saved and cared for. Laying them out one by one, gently on the ground beside each marked spot in his rows, careful not to break a single stem.
Starting from one end he would dig a nice hole at the marked space, cleaning the extra soil away and laying it to the side. Then placing his precious starts in the hole, he would cover them gently, packing the soil as he went.
Wanting the little starts to have plenty of water, he opened the small gate at the pool, letting the water run freely. It was a long and hot day, but as he finished and stood looking back at the row, he was pleased.
Now it was up to his Lord to finish the little vineyard, to bless it and make it grow strong. He would check it daily, trimming and weeding as needed, always keeping an eye to the little branches that began to form.
Sometime later, to his great delight, the branches began to put forth little buds and then the fruit appeared. Growing fuller by the day, the small clusters finally showed. Still he waited expectantly, knowing they would be the sweetest, only when ripened on the vine.
Finally the day came as he walked down the small row of healthy vines, seeing the fullness of the branches, he plucked one of the small round fruits, and its sweetness could not be measured in words. With great care as he walked the full length of his little vineyard, selecting just the right clusters, Noah took them to his tents for the first press of the new wine.
Genesis 9:20... And Noah began to be an husbandman, and he planted a vineyard:
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