Some old roses, a watercolor sketch by R Young, brightens up a strangely winter-like April day. One night last week, a cold wave destroyed a third of the grape vines in France, making the vignerons and wine-drinkers sad, sad, sad. Maybe the vines will regenerate, but for this year a good portion of the crop is lost. What survived will be a prized vintage, being of small quantity.
studio arago 
When I was growing up, we would have alarms go off when the temperature sank and we’d have what we called “a frost fight”. We would light drums of oil, and the heavy smoke would hang over the vineyard and prevent the cold from destroying the vines. No doubt these days the oil fumes in the atmosphere preclude the saving of the vines in that way.
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Appreciated the memory. I wonder what the vigorous around here did in the past, do now. I’m motivated to find out. Thanks for the kick.
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