My friends all know that I live in Napa Valley, the premier wine-growing region in the USA, and they’re familiar with my many photos of vineyards from this area. This little photo essay is devoted to my own vineyard … well, it’s not really a vineyard. But I have two puny, spindly pathetic grapevines that weren’t planted, but appeared somehow on their own. I don’t care for the vines. They’re never watered, pruned, or otherwise tended in any way.
My friends all know that I live in Napa Valley, the premier wine-growing region in the USA, and they’re familiar with my many photos of vineyards from this area. This little photo essay is devoted to my own vineyard … well, it’s not really a vineyard. But I have two puny, spindly pathetic grapevines that weren’t planted, but appeared somehow on their own. I don’t care for the vines. They’re never watered, pruned, or otherwise tended in any way.
They actually produce a few grapes.