Oh, how I wish the old vines could talk. I wish they could tell the stories of what they have seen and experienced over the years. Do they grumble about getting older like so many humans do? Do they compare themselves to each other and try to be like the vine next to them...I don't… Continue reading The Wisdom of the Old Vines
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… Continue reading The old vines getting ready for a rest
The Winery Woman 