Thursday, March 08, 2012

The vineyard in early March

Wednesday morning gave us frost. The sky was clear and there was no wind, so it didn't really feel cold. Callie and I wandered the deer paths that wind between the parcels of grape vines and around the patches of woods. I would guess that about fifty percent of the parcels out back have been pruned.

Looking roughly northeast across the river valley.

Just beyond the tree-line in this photo, the land drops down into the river valley. If you enlarge the picture (by clicking on it), you might see the opposite bank, just beyond the layer of fog that's sitting down on the river itself.

The growers and vineyard workers are out there nearly every day, making slow but steady progress. I'm hearing more birds each day, and I'm noticing that the trees are budding out.


  1. When I lived in the midwest, signs of spring were intoxicating and exciting. I miss that, here in the desert.

  2. michael, don't you have wildflowers in the spring?


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