After many months of neglecting our backyard, I remembered I had planted Pinot Noir clones, Meunier, Chardonnay, Riesling, and Pinot Blanc last year (watch here).
My wife was gone for the day. I got up early-ish, strapped on my boots and found them sprawling, tangled in rose bushes, clover, and weeds.
Thus, I tore out the weeds, hedged the roses, cut back the vine leaves and strung them up. Really, this is just an excuse to don the cowboy hat:
Luckily, grape vines are glorified weeds. All my neglect and mismanagement won’t help them but also won’t kill them.
Now I get to wait until next year to figure out how to make wine again.