The Great Grape Harvest

For the past 2 days, I've been watching this blackbird from the kitchen window.
He does the same thing every time.

Flies up to the roof of the pergola.

Pecks a grape off the heavily laden vines.



Flies away with grape in his beak.

So I figured, those grapes must be ready for picking.

This evening, I planted J on the outdoor bench and reached up for our first grape harvest of the season.

Must say, they look nothing like the fat, juicy green grapes we get at the fruit shop at the Plaza.

These are the size of...blueberries.




Perhaps they're miniature grapes. :)


J likes them, even though they're sour.


"Mum!" she calls as she makes her way round the edge of the dining table.


I reach down and give her a tiny grape.


She pops it in her mouth carefully.


For about 2 seconds, she is happy to let me type in peace.


Then....


"Mum!"


J's tastebuds tolerate sour tastes remarkably well. She's the only one who regularly partakes of the (wincingly sour) plums we harvested before the grapes.