It’s Not the Season Yet

How do I know? I lived there for years and was given liberty by the vineyard owner to not only run through his vineyard to catch the school bus, but to eat anything I wanted as long as I didn’t waste anything, like grape fights with the neighbors, which we never did.

Mr. C is gone now and so is his wife. My old friend R is head of the property now. Funny I married into a dairy farm, as were they.

You’re checking in now for something that will happen in October. I applaud you for that. I’m going to see when the harvest will happen and perhaps send some additional information.

As to waste, I did spit out the seeds. More grapes. Dee

 

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