the grape harvest

"We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, if it is only picking grapes and sorting laundry."

E.B.White

 

Our friend, the clock maker,  has a vineyard and today was the first day of the grape harvest. As I walked down the rows of grapevines that were heavy with ripe grapes, I inhaled the deliciously sweet and fruity smell of those grapes

Because of the damp and somewhat drizzly morning, I exited the vineyard rather wet, but my feet were more tired from my rubber boots than anything. I would walk to empty my little blue bucket into the larger containers that sat on the gator in the middle of the rows of vines. A few yellow jackets would fly around me, but other than that it was a source of joy to be there picking grapes.

 

Then I came home to sort the laundry I had begun earlier in the morning.