It snowed last night and into this morning when I got up. I wanted to go out and get a picture of my bike tires making tracks in the snow, like Greg, but by the time I ate breakfast, drank a second cup of coffee, read the paper and got dressed, the roads had melted clear. The village road crew did get to use their plow, but they weren’t fast enough to finish all the streets before the melting had commenced, which must have been a disappointment for them. Sue and I walked down to the local bistro for lunch, and after lunch the sun came out. I got the bike out of the garage and went for a little ride around town before the skies could once again cloud over. Pruning time in the vines is well advanced. This field is finished, just waiting for spring for the buds to open.
In this field, the canes have been pruned off the stems and are bundled on the ground waiting to be collected and probably burned. Leo Woodland says vines make him think of industrialized farming, standing in regimented ranks as they do. To me they are a symbol of all the back-breaking hand labor it takes to make them productive and are one of the least industrial of all farm cultures. What do you think?
Sun down coming on, I head for home, glad for the chance to ride, even if its just around town.
Km ridden: 7