The obvious wine farmer

How the hell did I end up here?

Gosh, I've been a bit of a hater to those who said that it was completely obvious to become a nurse, for example. My greatest dream has been that it's obvious, whatever it is. I don't mean that I need to be absolutely sure that what I'm doing is right (because I really am not..), but more that I feel that what I'm doing is what I'm supposed to do! To be honest, I'm terrified now, but the obviousness is still there. That should mean something, right?

One of the most crucial parts of being a wine farmer, for me, is the cyclical nature of it all. We repeat the same thing but year after year - not week after week, which may have been what worked least well for me in my working life before. I'm tired of having to do the same things every Monday and this with no respect for the season or weather. Crazy, I know!

This is what the wine farmer's year looks like in Sweden:

January-March : winter pruning
April-June: shoot thinning, grass cutting, weeding
Around midsummer: flowering
July-August: defoliation, possible grape thinning
September-October: harvest
November-December: vinification

Oh, I was so tempted to write more in detail about each thing!