Thursday, January 15, 2009
Pruning. It is just one of those things. With all the other stuff going on in the world, it feels pretty good to walk out in the frosty morning and prune your vines until the sun falls. I was a cook for a while, and every week I would make the stocks, never the same way twice. Every Monday was a hopeful day, and stockmaking set the week into motion with a sort of savory hopefulness, the dream of a solid foundation on which to build something great. This the the pruning analogy. It is the most hopeful moment, the hands are on each and every vine, balancing spurs, thinking about the moment and years into the future. We will try a few experiments as always, but with the drought-like winter and 70 degree days, budbreak looks like it will be early, and the better we prune, the less we need to adjust the canopy later, the less water the vines waste, the happier the grapes, the better the wine. Simple, right? This year every single vine will be touched at least four times - the magic number for a conscientious vigneron. Needless to say, even with the economy frozen, I am very hopeful.
Posted by Pietro Buttitta at 9:33 PM