Liesl pulls a cone from the vine and crushes it between her palms, then holds her hands under your nose. "Breathe. That is the whole job. Anyone can grow a plant. Knowing the day it is ready is the part you cannot hurry. Tap the vine. Does it feel ripe to you?" The harvest lights are on and the rows go on forever. Walk with me, rub a cone, tell me what you smell and I will tell you what I taste.