You are so majestic, graceful, and sometimes tasty, but your insatiable appetite for delicate grape vine flesh leaves me heartbroken. Year after year we tend our field, prune our grapes, shower them with care and love and still they don’t all grow. The perimeter of our vineyards, exposed to your vicious, nibbling, mouth, is trimmed to sad bushy plants, never reaching their potential. But no more! This year we thwart your malevolent habits with tree tubes.
Clad in workwear, mallet in hand, we heroically pounded hundreds of 4 foot stakes into the ground and attached the tubes to the stakes, protecting the young and tender vines. These young knights, protected in armor, will someday reach the top of the trellis and produce a worthy harvest, despite your constant assault. Beware wandering deer, your feasting days are numbered.
Best wishes, until we meet this fall…
Posted by Anja Weyant