The scent of Texas mountain laurel and the flashy purple of dogwood have nearly waned; now grapevine bud break is parading in the vineyard. I love the first push of the golden-green buds of vines; they remind me of line from Robert Frost’s poem “Nothing Gold Can Stay.” He writes:
Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf’s a flower
But only so an hour
The magnificence of winter’s power, the bony length of skyward tree-limbs, the mighty chill gets broken by the quietest push of golden-green blossoms, but that gold is so temporal before the resounding chorus of late spring and early summer triumphs. Early spring in the vineyard is as humbling as is early spring itself humble. Late winter pruning, the removal of cover crops, the soil work, the bottling of the first wines of the previous season-there is so much to do!
Amongst this work and color and joy, we invite you to come visit us at Saint Tryphon Farm & Vineyards and experience, taste and revel in Spring with us! #cometastetexas