There are wild grape vines growing all over our property. The grapes were ripe so we went grape picking. The window of time between 'ripe' and 'gone' is very brief. Between the deer and the birds there are only a few days of picking time. We were there at the right time.
It was about 98 degrees outside. We would have had to be set on fire to feel any hotter. But we had packed a bucket full of beer and ice so we suffered through. This is not easy work. It sounds quaint. But climbing up on a ladder and reaching into itchy leaves and vines in that heat was not fun. I was determined to pick enough grapes to make jelly. My husband was with me every step of the way.
I made 4 jars of jelly. Woo Hoo!
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