Then the good things about our weather became abundantly clear. Tomatoes - lots and lots of them were just begging to be picked. Zucchini - lots and lots of them were pleading to be plucked before becoming baseball bats. Ahh - gardening in California - the pure joy of it all. I made a zucchini and tomato pasta sauce, served it on a bed of brown rice and all was forgiven.
On to the grapes, that was the next chore. When I last saw our grape vines, they were sagging with loads of purple sweet grapes. The first tastings were yummy, but since most were still on the young side, we decided to let them mellow on the vine a few more weeks.
I prefer a full bodied red |
Either we have a dog with some kind of cast iron stomach or she is not doing her job in chasing away grape stealing creatures from our fenced-in mini vineyard. But seeing as the vermin kill count now stands at:
1 skunk
1 rat
1 squirrel
2 possums
it is unlikely the Mollinator was willing to share the bounty of our harvest with the neighborhood critters. We should have become suspicious when she joined the Whine of the Month Club.