As a rule, I do not like commuting. In the past, I have always had the good fortune to find employment in relatively close proximity to any place I have called home. Unfortunately, my current commute is 15 miles north from Vinoland, but it is one of the prettiest commutes anybody could wish for.I drive past a lot of vineyards on my way to work, but perhaps my favourite is one located in the Stags Leap District AVA which contains within it some of the gnarliest, head trained vines to be found on the east side of the valley. I'm not really sure which winery the vineyard belongs to (nor even what grape variety it is planted to), I just love the seemingly character-riddled old vines who quietly do their thing year, after year.
The vineyard was pruned a day or two after I took this photo last week. The vines, with their new haircuts, are now patiently awaiting budbreak.
8 comments:
Gorgeous x
KM: Thank Mother Nature and the vineyard manager.
Living the dream. Dante and Virgil's little jolly pales in comparison to London at rush-hour.
CV: I truly commiserate.
I like the old uns we have depth of character...honest!
Don't know about gorgeous looks more like a 'Knackered Mother' to me!!
Is that a posh word for smug? ;-)
(Don't you hate the way one has to use weird smiley-face punctuation to express 'jest' online.)
Thud & LR: C'mon boys, behave yourselves!
CV: I dunno, I sometimes wish I had a printed dialogue of sorts to augment my day to day life!
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