Grapes

These grapes, not yet fully developed, were hanging in
the backdrop of the late afternoon sun.  They glowed
and I chose this photo because of the play of light.

This grape was grown by my Dad.  I found the
vine struggling in the quack grass on the homestead
after my father's death.  His original dream was that
this vine would thrive and he would make home-made
wine.  He had even constructed an arbor from which
these grapes would hang.  It has thrived in its transplanted
state on my grape arbor and now it is a welcoming arch
to my deck entrance.  My daughter makes grape jam each
autumn from its produce.

In late June I bought a catabwa grape highly discounted
from Shopko.  I need another grape vine like I need a
hole in my head.  Ah well, my plant disease continues.
Sigh!