The wrath of grapes

The house came with a grapevine that ran the length of the conservatory. For the past few years the grapes and leaves have been covered in a white powder mold. The only way I found to eradicate it was with a fungicide, which I'm not eager to spray in the room next to my kitchen.

So today, I cut the grapevine down. It's a shame--it was an attractive feature of the house, and definitely a conversation item. But it created a mess, dropping leaves and grapes, and it prevented the conservatory from getting the new roof it desperately needs. Here's the vine this morning--I had already cut off several lateral vines, as I prune it regularly to remove rotten grapes.

And here is the conservatory this afternoon.

As long as Isabelle was alive, this was her room, so I used it for storage and cat furniture, litter tray, etc. Since she's gone, I've scrubbed and mopped the floor multiple times. First to clean up after her and second to clean up after the brick masons who worked today repointing the wall between the conservatory and the house.

Now that the room is clean and not home to a mold-covered vine, it is my yoga room. It's very large and has potential to be something else, but yoga is its highest purpose at the moment.

Sept. 11, 2020