Thursday, September 07, 2017

Mother knows best

The vines of the grapes we planted 15 years ago drape across our back fence like a shawl. Late each summer, clusters of sweet green grapes hang on the fence daring us to pick them and eat them warm off the vine. I always take that dare. Most of the grapes never make it to the house.

The drought last year changed that. There were only a few grapes that made it to my mouth. This year there were none.  We've babied it this year with rich compost. There's been plenty of rain and we hope next year it will fruit again.

It seems that the muscadine vines were unaffected by the drought. Each day we've walked the last several weeks we've enjoyed a few handfuls of the wild grapes. These grapes are deep blue and are sweet as a Grapico.  

I guess Mother Nature knows best when she does her sowing.





9 comments:

  1. Anonymous10:31 PM

    I hope your green grapes come back!!

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  2. They shall return!

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  3. I also hope that the green ones return - though I prefer the taste of the purple. I am a red wine drinker for preference too.

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  4. I love dark grapes. I always buy some when they come in our Coop store. I hope your green grapes do better next year.
    I know some friends who grows grapes.
    Hugs, Julia

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  5. We used to fight with muscadines but we also eat them til our bellies hurt. I came across a wild Muscadine vine on my walk the other day.
    Lisa

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  6. Savor the flavor! I've never had a wild grape but my dad used to have grapevines in his back yard and they were delicious.

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  7. The grapes look so full of sweet juice. Yum.

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  8. I was surprised to learn on our trip to French wine country that grapes like dry rocky soil without too much rain.

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  9. The grapes will come back and will do well. I love your picture and the close up reminds me of German plums actually. My mom would make a yeast cake. Yeast dough that is placed on a cookie tray. One takes those plums, slice them up and place them onto the dough followed by a custard and then baked. It's her favourite and I wish I could make it for her....maybe I can soon.

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