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On the way out we passed through the vinyard and orchard country which was beginning to burst out with spring growth ... by now (several weeks later) I'm sure they will be in full leaf.

In light of the comments I am adding this additional image taken nearby the same day.


  1. There is gras in Australian vineyards ... amazing ... wow ...
    Totally different from our vineyards. I am imagining some cows and sheep grazing between the grapevines.
    This is really exotic to my eye - not exotic exotic like something totally different we do not have in Germany - it's just this light variation that makes this ... special.

    They do not seem steep either ... but this is hard to tell with photos... .

  2. Seems wrong; vineyards with green leaves, and as Martina said, grass!

    How quickly they forget (and become disoriented!)

    Sunshine Coast Daily Photo - Australia

  3. I know nothing of vineyards so this discussion is fascinating. You took a nice vantage point for this photograph, JE.

  4. Lovely lines for a photograph.

    I had the same first impression as Martina. There is never any grass growing in the German vineyards. This looks totally untended and overgrown.

  5. This is indeed fascinating, when I read this Martina's comments this morning I thought what no grass, then I got confused and wondered if grass is normal or not. As it happens I went on a new wayfaring trip this very day to wine country and I can assure you grass between the rows is normal.

    However, for further insight I have added an extra image taken the same day as the original. You can see that our vinyards are typically on flat or gentle slopes. Also, these have grass between the rows but not under the vines.

    Now the burning questions from me is .... what is between the rows in German vinyards?

  6. Flickr can answer that. They do have a strip of grass here and there, but nothing like vinyard in the photo.

  7. Your second photo is almost even more exotic, ;-) - these super exactly cut patches of gras and soil. I think there is more space between the rows too - of course: much more space in Australia than in Europe, ;-). What is characteristic for the part where I live is what we call "Steillagen", might be translated as steep slope vineyards - around here we have to get as much of the sunshine as possible, hence > 60 % gradients.

  8. I was told that the vineyards in Europe have the odd patch of grass that is left to grow wild so that animals (I imagine rabbits etc) eat the grassy patch and leave the vines alone.


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