Yesterday’s rain ended and I decided to take that little trip after all. I drove to Oklahoma and picked grapes. They were beautiful, hanging from their vines. Rain glistened on them, birds sang in the tall oaks, and, there were no mosquitoes.Those purple treasures were partially hidden by leaves and, sad to say, a few bushes and vines that grow among them, uninvited. They reminded me of life. Beautiful people, hidden blessings, treasures worth finding sometimes grow where we do not expect to find them.
Long ago, my dad planted those grape vines. He put down metal stobs and wire for them to grow on. They must have liked where he planted them or the way he planted them because they have been steadily producing grapes for more than thirty years. Dad would be pleased. So, I have enough grapes now to make some delicious jelly. My sister-in-law Linda and I had a good visit yesterday too. A wonderful day.
What’s it a sign of when you say, “Bless you” to your dog? Nemo sneezed this morning, and I automatically said, “Bless you”. I hope I’m not spending too much time inside the heads of my characters and not enough time inside my own. My thanks go out to my first readers who have agreed to read Moonlight Can Be Murder. Thanks, Dawn, Lola, Judy, Peg. These gals have discerning eyes and minds, and I appreciate their forthrightness. They can only make my book better.
So, today I will buy sugar and Sure-jell. I can hardly wait to see jars of purple jelly glistening like jewels on my pantry shelf. They will remind me of an August day and picking grapes beneath a rain-washed Oklahoma sky, in a place that was beloved by my parents.
Oklahoma grapes
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