 What is the significance of Lovenbroy’s seasons?
"The Bogans have launched no less than four military campaigns in the last two decades. "Breaking and entering," Retief said. "Our function is merely to bring them together. "Only mature every twelve years. In between, the vines don't need a lot of attention, so our time's mostly our own. We've turned all the land area we've got into parks and farms. Lovenbroy's a nice place, Mr. Retief." We've got long seasons back home. Cold as hell in winter; eccentric orbit, you know. Blue-black sky, stars visible all day. Lots of skiing, bob-sledding, ice skating; and it's the season for woodworkers. Our furniture—" "I've seen some of your furniture," Retief said. Lots of metals in our soil and those sulphates give the woods some color, I'll tell you. Lots of beach on Lovenbroy; we're mostly islands. Autumn's our harvest season. Fruit, grain, that kind of thing; getting it in doesn't take long. But this year...." Course, I'm only twenty-eight; I can't remember but two other harvests. Retief put aside his cigar, pulled the wires loose, nudged the cork, caught it as it popped up. "We've got plenty of minerals on Lovenbroy," Arapoulous said, swallowing wine. They figured they knew better what to do with our minerals than we did. Picking Bacchus grapes isn't a job you can turn over to machinery—and anyway we wouldn't if we could. Vintage season is the high point of living on Lovenbroy. There's prizes for the biggest day's output, bets on who can fill the most baskets in an hour.... The sun's high and bright, and it's just cool enough to give you plenty of energy. Come nightfall, the tables are set up in the garden plots, and the feast is laid on: roast turkeys, beef, hams, all kinds of fowl. Fresh-baked bread ... and wine, plenty of wine. The cooking's done by a different crew each night in each garden, and there's prizes for the best crews. Matter of fact, pretty near half our young-uns are born after a vintage. "You say most of the children are born after a vintage. That would make them only twelve years old by the time—" "Oh, that's Lovenbroy years; they'd be eighteen, Terry reckoning."
 Each season’s weather brings a new set of cultural recreation and work.
 Each season’s weather brings a new set of cultural recreation and work.  Each season calls for a new way to tend the Bacchus vine.  Each season requires a new cultural shift in line with the needs of the young people.  Each season’s weather brings a new approach to how the community thinks about its relationship to wine.