They say time heals everything.
Well, I hope time heals grapevines.
After hours of erratic wielding of knives, daggers and machetes (read 'hedge-trimmers, shears and secaturs'), our grapes have now been completely and utterly mutilated (read 'pruned').
Yes, I pruned our grapevines today, approximately 2 months after every half decent winemaker in the region did theirs.
Stu also worked in the vineyard, installing new posts and wire to support them. Ever the optimist, he honestly believes that a profuse amount of foliage will burst forth from my twigs.
Sadly, the vineyard is a little 'patchy'. Several of the vines were rotten so had to be pulled out, while others had been laying on the ground for so long that they'd rooted in all the wrong places.
The ones that are left have 1 or 2 weird looking 'canes' that stick out at not exactly the right angles from their 'stocks'.
Oh well...if I'd been neglected for 30 years I probably wouldn't look too good either!
Only time will tell...