My first day of pruning was also the last for my dad. A hundred more trees to fight and the last 10 just for me
It feels amazing to breath the fresh air, enjoy the warm early spring sun and finally be in the field. I never have enough time to help in the vineyard and stay stuck in the office most of the time. This tiny escape arrived just on time on Spring day and on my father’s 60s birthday!
The last of the season but a first of many for me!