Isn't it funny/sad how often we don't see things that are pretty much right in front of our faces? After four years of wonderful country living, a sweet neighbor lady timidly asked my husband if we minded her picking some of our muscadines. Muscadines? Where? Turns out we have a proliferation of the wonderful grapelike fruit. The vines climb high up into a pine tree just as you turn into our driveway. Fortunately for those of us who aren't 20 feet tall, after reaching the top of that scrawny pine the vines made a U-turn and grew downward. What you see in the photo are the portions of the vines closest to the ground. Hopefully by this weekend I'll be able to have a muscadine snack right off the vines! C'mon over and try some. G'night, John Boy!
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