Grape Expectations, Redux

It's another hot day here at That Old House.

I took advantage of having a daughter still at home and sent her up the stone steps to the grape arbor,
to snap some intimate pictures of our ripening grapes.


Back in July I wrote about our ancient grapevines and how my dad loves to snitch the ripe grapes right off the vine, and how our neighbor made jam, and . . . well, if you are interested, that story's here.

But we are halfway through August, and our precious grapebabies are beginning to mature.

Ah, they grow up so fast!

Anne did a good job of peeking through the leaves and capturing the blushing babes.

Yeah, there are a few raisins on the family tree; everybody's got a couple of relatives like that, right?

Until we moved here, I never realized that grapes go purple gradually.

I hadn't actually given it much thought!

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-- Cass