Powdery Mildew. Oh, that seemingly dainty name, draped in an imagery as innocent as a light sprinkle of powdered sugar on a slice of cake. Yet, much like an unsolicited guest at a lavish dinner, it snuck into my vineyard, hiding beneath the benign cover of an ethereal dust. The first time I laid my eyes on its speckled mask was a bright summer morning. I was meandering through the rows of my precious grapevines, admiring the growth of the new season’s crop when I noticed it – an unusual dusting over my emerald grape leaves. A stroke of bewilderment
