The fruits of our labor.
The grapes didn’t last long enough off the vine to make jam. It seems everytime The Princess and Bear were in the backyard, they’d pick themselves a bunch of grapes and sit in the shade enjoying their snack. Between the babies eating from the bottom of the vines and we taller folk eating the rest, there never seemed to be enough for jam.
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It reminded me of when Britt was little. We had a huge strawberry patch that just happened to be along the garden fence. She would stretch her little arm through the fence and eat strawberries all day long with the resulting tell tale signs of her raid on her face.
Britt – 1982
kailani says
How adorable! What a great memory.
Busymama Kellie says
You grew those? How cool!