Installing the mini vineyard
In the plot to the northeast of ours is Albertino, an amazing gardener, source of inspiration, fellow soccer fan, and giver of onions. Albertino was feeling generous once again when we saw him on Saturday morning.
"Do you want a vine to plant?" he asked my husband as he held up a very lifeless looking skinny brown stick.
"Uh... what kind of vine?" Michael asked hesitantly.
Meanwhile, I'm over in our plot working on something and my head pops up immediately when I hear the trigger word: grapes.
Yes! Oh, yes! We want that! Yes, take it! Take it! I uttered telepathically to my husband.
So here we are, the proud owners of our first grape vine -- the makings of our own mini vineyard. I am so excited.
Now I know just about as much about growing grapes as I do about growing potatoes, which is to say not very much. If someone had given me a grapevine cutting three years ago when I started the garden, I would have laughed. Grow grapes? In D.C.? Yeah, right. Very funny. But I'm actually quite excited about it because I now know that it is possible. Albertino grew bunches of grapes in his plot last summer. I have a photo to prove it.
Our vine is just a tiny fraction of the mother vine from whence it came, so I don't know how long it will be before we see any grapes on it. I sure feel fortunate to have the chance to find out, though.