Wild Animals Must Have Gotten Them
I guess they would have been ripe today since this is how I found our grapes yesterday. I had been keeping an eye on them for weeks, tasting one every once in a while to see if they were ripe. That is one way to appreciate the expression “sour grapes”. The last time I thought “pretty soon now”. I should have known better after our experience with a red currant bush in the very beginnings of our gardening. It was fully laden with beautiful shining red jewels. “Tomorrow we will pick them,” announced my husband. The next day there was not one berry to be seen. The birds had totally stripped the bush.
I am disappointed beyond just a few bunches of grapes which can be had at the store. This vine was given to me by my father-in-law who lived in the south of France. He carefully chose this variety that ripened the earliest in his garden in hopes that it would bear in the Breton climate. It was exceptional this year that several bunches had formed. Oh well. No use crying over stripped grapes.