Master of the Vineyard

Why would you even consider selling the vineyard? she asked, her heart heavy at the thought. Sell it? Why didnt the Ancient Mariner sell his albatross and take a lovely trip around the world with the money? My mother would be heartbroken if I ever brought it up. The Marsh family has been bound to this vineyard since our first misguided ancestor ventured into the grape business. Weve nurtured it, pruned it, safeguarded it, and spent countless nights tending to it. Weve hired workers to harvest the fruits, provided for their families, and even entertained them with gifts. Yet, what have we truly gained? Just a modest living, an abundance of grapes, and a few dusty bottles of wine. For my mother, this vineyard symbolizes an inherited legacy, a sacred possession that grows more cherished with each passing year. Its our family heirloom—like a title or an ancient piece of jewelry. While others boast family silverware or traditions, we have this vineyard, and in many ways, it possesses us.