13 September 2006
I look out the window next to my desk here and see three vibrant red cardinals (aviary variety, not the Catholic leadership variety) fighting over the lone cluster of grapes that survived the summer on our grape vine. Wish there were more, but they are all that made it. We know that vine was planted sometime circa 1975 when an Italian stone mason lived in our house. He used to make wine with the grapes that grew on this same vine. I wonder what his trick was to close out the summer with more than one cluster. Because those are the most succulant, juicy grapes I've ever had, and I don't want to make wine out of them; I just want to eat them.