The first six months of 2015 in the vineyard – a photographic journey:
No rain this winter.
February’s tangle of ca
Pruning the canes.
- Bud break. And so it begins…
Teeny, tiny grapes.
Look at that pile. All this just to give the grapes some breathing room.
That’s more like it.
Beautiful, full crop this year. Aah, fruits of the land and nectar of the gods.
The fruit is continuing to develop. To see an actual crop of grapes emerge, fill out, and ripen on the vines is exciting. Our friends, whom I make walk up and down the rows, every time they come over, may not agree, but they put up with my “want-to-be-a-farmer” quirks. (Thankfully.) They do draw the line at viewing the bat house on the back of the barn beside the last row of Merlot. Funny, they don’t seem to care a bit how great a fertilizer bat guano is. Redemption comes at the end of the tour with pulling a cork and sipping a glass of wine on the deck. Gotta love summer!
When my husband and I moved to a more country-like setting in the southernmost region of Silicon Valley with the hope that a little fresh air and a little space would alleviate some of the stress of managing the ups and downs of my Celiac Disease, we never knew it would lead us into the grand adventure of vineyard management and wine making. This blog weaves through that ongoing story.