The first crop

We got to pick our first batch of grapes last night. These are special grapes to us. Kurt's parents first grew them at their home in East Eden NY. We dug some up and brought them to Pittsburgh because Kurt's mom was moving into a retirement complex after his Dad passed away and the house was too much for her.

When I ate some I thought of Kurt's dad making wine every year and how he got better at it each time.

I thought of Kurt's mom's jelly and how we always got to bring some home after weekend visits.

I thought of the grape juice that my kid's would gulp down in grandma's kitchen.

I thought of that scent that you could smell all around Lake Erie when you drive by the Wineries.

I feel so fortunate I can grow this little piece of history in my backyard.