It was spring in Augusta, MO.  The grape vines were just starting to emerge from their winter nap.  The sky was overcast, but bright. 

The young grapevine growth captured my attention.  The lime-green vines exuded hope and promise, a true harbinger of spring.  I was also struck by the uniformity of the vineyard rows.  Their preciseness was especially noticable when viewing them backdropped by the overcast sky.