Saturday, September 7, 2013
Shit is the father of bread, we say. The southern wall of the lavatory (NWC i.e. no water closet) at my mother's summer home has perfect light, temperature and nutritive soil conditions for growring grapes. They ripe in late August - early September. Btw, here it's wise to hide the vine-trees for winter, by covering them with fur-tree branches.
Yes, grapes in Estonia (latitude 59°), meaning almost ten degrees wrong (latitudes 30° to 50° being the "official" boundaries of viticulture). And trust me, they taste good and one can make wine, too, though I'd stick with eating, as the it's a bit cold for the noble wine grape varieties to grow.
Photos: Vahur Afanasjev