Me the Merciless

[primsong]

There's something about going out into the winter sunshine and trimming back a grape arbor that makes the inner megalomaniac come out.

What other plant calls for such merciless and violent cutting back each and every year? Behold, the long brown leafless tendrils and vines, how they fall before my mighty clippers! Behold the truncated, lifeless heaps that tangle across the mossy loam! How I trod upon them! The withered remains of forgotten fruit hanging shrivelled into unrecognizable raisiny blobs, all swept away in a final judgment. They are yanked from the apple tree, the fence, the greenhouse roof where their feeble plant-fingers have fled, grasping for sanctuary in vain. There is no hiding from the Trimming of the Grapes! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

whack whack!

Folks who don't garden often mistakenly regard it as a gentle occupation. Little to they know! Just wait until the Slugbait Fairy of Death begins her reign once again...

Comments

[estellye.livejournal.com]

LOL! That sounds cathartic.

[siradaono.livejournal.com]

being a "gentle gardener" as I am.... I serve my slugs beer, Bud to be exact, because it is not fit for human consumption. The family of Raccoons jealously guard and empty the traps for me, and stagger by with a smile....

Evil Fairy!

[primsong.livejournal.com]

It's the emptying of them that has kept me from the beer solution to the problem, though this year we've had a family of coons move in so perhaps this is the time to try it again. Mmm. Hops-flavored Slug Delight.

[siradaono.livejournal.com]

The coons know how to pop the top off the traps and help themselves...funny things.

a month from now...or more depending on the possiblity of freeze, we are going to cut back the 20 roses and other canes types.

Yes a garden is a delight, warms the heart in many ways.

((((PRIM))))

[iorhael94.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!! Just to read that to Bob too who can greatly appreciate it ;)

[tuilelindowen.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for me this year a landscaper owed hubby and we traded labor for hubby having saved his house from the bank. All the roses are pruned (having taken care of 100+ rose bushes every year I'm merciless). But with lymphedema and a thorn prick could kill me, I'm reduced to directing traffic. Hence, all the roses are pruned back and half the new bare roots are in. Fourteen new ones -- I'm a glutton for punishment, but oh, how I love cut roses!