Something From My Grapevines, Finally!
Before you start celebrating with me I have to confess, I don’t have any grapes! I think this is the fifth year I’ve had my grapes and I still have never savored the sweet victory of a ripe grape bursting in my mouth. I have had a few sour grapes burst in my mouth, yeah, not much of a victory. It is a good way to see if they are ready yet. The first year I had a real crop (you know, more than a token cluster of grapes here and there) they disappeared magically overnight when they achieved the perfect (I assume) degree of ripeness. I blame the possums that I could sometimes hear hissing under my window in the early morning darkness while I sipped coffee and read the bible. I tried various methods to keep the critters away from my grapes and other crops, to no avail.
The next year was so wet that the grapes developed brown rot. For 5 years I have tended these grape vines, watering, weeding and pruning?
Here is a picture before this year’s pruning:
Yes, every year I have to go back to the extension publication and read what I am supposed to do, prune 90 percent of canes, prune off the cordons at 3 to 4 feet or when they touch a neighbor grape vine’s cordons, etc. I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing but I do something!
Maybe I can volunteer at a winery and they can teach me more about pruning grapes and pay me with wine. In any case, what is this benefit I’ve finally received for my efforts?
Isn’t this a lovely wreath? Maybe this is my year for grapes, hope springs eternal!