It begins. Winter pruning of the old vines has started.
I love seeing the old vines like this. So much sass and character in the way they have twisted and grown. Oh, the stories they could tell.
I wonder how they feel at this stage. Are they happy to be free of the weight of the leaves and grapes and ready for a rest? Or do they feel the chill in the air because they are so exposed?
The Winery Woman 