Sunday, August 30, 2009

Deflowering of the Vines

A gang passed through leaving carnage in its wake. The skirts of the vines have been ripped open and are left dangling in the wind. What was neat, tidy, and a symbol of beauty is now askance, a ghost town. The fruit has been untimely ripped from the womb. The virgin vines have been deflowered. To help them recover and regain strength I turn on the water. This too will pass.

1 comment:

Vinogirl said...

They always look so forlorn after harvest.

Email me at
so that I can send you a pick of our container (just used for storage now) looks nothing like the Cotswolds!!!