Adventures in Grape Picking
Now that we've had frost, we've been bringing in our Concord grapes for making juice and jam. On Saturday I picked four and a half bushels but didn't quite finish, so I was out there again on Monday morning trying to finish up before going to my new tutoring job for a homeschooling family. It was a wet, windy, overcast morning and the grass was soaked - so much so that I had my basket up on a stepstool to keep it dry. I was underneath the grape trellis, nearly finished with the grapes that were within reach from the ground, when something small and brown walked past behind me. "Wait a second," I thought. "That looks like the brand new baby calf that was just born Sunday morning (that I hadn't even seen yet) who is supposed to be locked up in the barn!!!" And...Mom and Peter were in the house, and that baby was making a rambling beeline out into the pasture where the big cows were already starting to take an interest in the situation. She cou