Thursday, July 16, 2009

The hills have vines.

What is this? Some barren moonscape? Evidence of crazed, hill building moles with a knack for synchronicity? No, it is just the extension of our Pinot gris block here in Vinoland.
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.

5 comments:

Ron Combo said...

Never seen that before.....the joy of blogland! Good fortune to the pinot gris!

Vinogirl said...

Please, drink an Italian version to wet my babies heads.

Thud said...

Looking good,now how are the damsons?

Vinogirl said...

They are holding their own, rounder than I remember the ones in the shops as a kid.

Gadjo Dilo said...

Beautiful. I'm not usually a sucker for the formal garden look, but there's something satisfying about neat rows of vines / fruit trees.