Four years ago we planted a blue grape. Not well-planned, so we planted it in our sunny corner near the pond, but also next to the prickly hedge...
This was in July.
And this was yesterday:
I have spent a very pleasurable hour picking them yesterday afternoon, trying to ignore the numerous spiders crawling up my sleeves and down my neck.
Unfortunately this vine has wound itself right into the prickly hedge, so I had to pick very carefully, giving the spiders ample time for their crawling business.
Watching the fish in our pond calmed me down after my fit that occurred when a huge spider had worked its way into my armpit.
They always flock when they see me, hoping for a nice little freeze dried shrimp or two.
Oh, do you know, when I was right into that hedge a brown frog leaped out of it, right over my head, into the pond. It must have been sitting at least 1.8 m high, snacking on all these spiders, no doubt.
And this was wound into that hedge as well. Don't you love them? I do!
Oost-Indische Kers is their name in Dutch. They have seeded themselves. I certainly didn't put them in that hedge! Shades of Middle Earth, eh?
Right. Now take a look at my harvest:
Looking good! But definitely NOT enough for making wine (which is what I ultimately would like to do). So...I'll make jam. Plain jelly, plain jam and grape-and-apple compote.
Went to the local jam jar selling shop, and had to endure a jabbering shop assistant, who was so into her own story that she dropped my entire load of jars on the floor and broke half. She had to go to the back to get others, and I ended up with a different size as she had run out of the size I wanted in the first place. That was an exercise in patience, which I survived.
This morning I started out bright and early.
And this is the result, 6 hours later.
Will this get us through the winter? Hmmmmmm...