Two weeks ago, my family and I went out to the Paul's house for the famous "grape harvest." The tradition has been in place for several years, but we had never been able to go. Most of their grapes are harvested by a large machine, but there are three rows that the machine cannot reach. So every year, some friends gather together in the wee hours of the morning and work 'til early afternoon to pick those three rows. We battled the dirt, the ants, the blistering heat, and, of course,.......the spiders. Those who are aware of my famous arachnophobic tendencies would be awed by my valiant efforts in the face of (what I would deem) most certain death. :-) arrival at 6:30 a.m.
bad light goes artsy
Dirty as anything, but smiling all the same :-D
Hard workers observe the "fruit" of their labor
So much done, yet so much still to come
It's as simple as this, guys.......no gloves...
Anyone.....Anyone??? (Sat. Sept. 20, the picking continues......)