I spent the bulk of yesterday
finishing pulling grapes off the stems and Roland smashed them all and heated
them without boiling them and we made just over six gallons of
concentrate. We have two juices set
aside for drinking. He says we will turn
the rest into jam, but that is what he said last year and we only made eight
jars. He found it irresistible not to
drink it all. It is really good and worth the mess.
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| boca grapes |
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| paper towel on stained counter |
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| cheese cloth top left side |
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| permanently attached cutting board |
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| my shirt |
About the title of my blog – well . .
. Roland and I had gone to bed late last
night. Late for us anyway. Our automatic alarms did not go off at 5:00
a.m. I had told Jenna earlier this month that if there was no evidence of our
being awake by 5:30 that it would be her job to wake us up – which she
did. I was so NOT ready to get up.
I had my eyes shut when Roland turned on the
light. I could see the light through my
eyelids and black dots flashed under my eyes like strobed lights and with each
strobe the dots multiplied and looked smaller.
But they weren’t black dots after all.
I could visualize blueberries and grapes dancing together. They started out as two, but more “couples”
joined them on the dance floor, until finally they faded. Until finally I might have gone back to sleep
but Roland had left the light on. I got
up for a family prayer. My plan was to turn off the light and return to
bed. Wouldn’t have mattered. My alarm went off after Roland and Jenna left
the house so he could take her to the church for early morning seminary.
