Grapes!

We harvested our grapes today. Steve, our vineyard manager, came at dawn. I joined him after I woke up enough not to stumble - a big cup of hot tea helped.  We picked before the sun was up...

The grapes are all along the bottom of the vine...

...and of course being grapes they're all twisted up in the vines and twizzled around the wires...

Eventually we got them all picked.

Steve picked about twice as fast as I did. I bet he can stand up today, too. Dorothy Parker was right - getting old is not for sissies. But we had a good crop...

...and eventually I will be able to walk upright again. Isn't wine an ancient painkiller?