The little bench grafts are stretching out their roots, taking up nutrients and water, and reaching upwards, through the mounded soil, to the awaiting California sun. I'll be there to greet them when they make their entrance into the world.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The hills have vines.
The little bench grafts are stretching out their roots, taking up nutrients and water, and reaching upwards, through the mounded soil, to the awaiting California sun. I'll be there to greet them when they make their entrance into the world.
Labels:
Bench graft,
Clone 4 PG,
dust,
Pinot gris
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Never seen that before.....the joy of blogland! Good fortune to the pinot gris!
Please, drink an Italian version to wet my babies heads.
Looking good,now how are the damsons?
They are holding their own, rounder than I remember the ones in the shops as a kid.
Beautiful. I'm not usually a sucker for the formal garden look, but there's something satisfying about neat rows of vines / fruit trees.
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