It's been said that I'm obsessed with gardening, in fact, I heard it again just two days ago. I always want to reply with, "So?" I know I'm not alone and there are worse things in the world that a middle-aged woman could do with her spare time. I could be one of those crazy cat ladies that everyone talks about and looks at funny.
Oh . . . Yeah . . . So?
Anyway, I've got a new obsession within my obsession. Grapes! I want to grow grapes, just for eating. Even before we discovered the wild ones growing along the creek behind our property, I wanted to grow them, but Romie didn't think it was a good idea. That would mean more work he said. More work for whom?
While he does help me with the big stuff in the garden like digging ponds, planting trees, and moving the bigger rocks (and I'm very appreciative of his help), I'm the one that weeds, mulches, deadheads, cultivates, plants everything else, and generally takes care of the gardens.
He'd have to help me by putting in the posts and stringing the support wires, but once that's done, it would be my project. If he doesn't want to build the trellis, my dad said he'd help me and Romie's okay with that, so it looks like one way or another, we'll be growing grapes. I know we won't be harvesting any for the first couple of years, but you've got to start sometime.
So now I'll do my homework and see which grapes grow best for the climate and conditions here on Our Little Acre and find out where I can buy the vines early next spring. Several sites have recommended reading The Grape Grower: A Guide to Organic Viticulture by Ron Lombough.
Oh, did I mention that Romie buys grapes every week when we go to the grocery and eats them every evening for a snack? Maybe if I tell him this grape growing thing is an act of love on my part, he'll look at it differently. Think he'll fall for that?
Photo of grapes from Wikimedia.com
Photo of The Grape Grower from Amazon.com.