Vineyard in Winter

Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

A cold wet morning at 7am.

The vines have just been pruned back, grass is mown {or awaiting it’s turn…} and the prunings chopped and tilled into the soil.

About a month ago~
Another growing season in the vineyards begins…

 

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

Beatrix Potter