To cut in order to help the plant grow means pausing before each vine and taking the time to understand where to intervene. Our vineyards are still young, so we are shaping their form, their structure, their balance. Every cut looks toward the season ahead, removing what is unnecessary so the vine can concentrate its energy on the most promising shoots.

It is work done with cold hands, with pruning shears that close decisively, and with attention to the smallest details—the ones that make all the difference.

Each time, I think about how much this gesture resembles life itself. To truly flourish, we too must remove what is superfluous.

Before me the lake stretches out, while the mountains guard the silence that can be felt throughout our Borgo. Everything seems to exist in another dimension.

The vineyard is bare, yet beneath it I can sense the sap ready to rise again. The beautiful season is near, and we are taking the first step toward the grapes that will come—and toward the wine that will tell the story of our passion and dedication, of what is both our future and the legacy of those who came before us.

With every season, when I see the buds open and the rows begin to fill with grapes, I know that everything started here, with a single cut.

Every sip of wine will bring us back to the cool morning air, to the lake on the horizon, and to the emotion of this moment.

Spring at Borgo Le Vigne is something to be experienced with all the senses. The green of the vineyards and surrounding plants becomes more vibrant, the lake changes its colours, and the air feels softer and filled with fragrance. Even though I live here, each time I find myself inspired, enchanted, and filled with a deep sense of wellbeing.

If you love nature and the beauty of slower rhythms, spring is the perfect time to visit us. You can walk among our vines, breathe in the scent of nature, and feel with us that something beautiful is beginning. Perhaps—if we are lucky—we might even witness the sap flowing from the freshly pruned canes: the famous “weeping of the vine” I mentioned earlier.

Spring in the vineyard is not just a season; it is an emotion meant to be shared.

Paola