Grapes are a phenomenal gift from nature. You can use the fruit for wine, juice, and jelly. The leaves are for stuffing, either Polish style like this, or in the sweeter form as the Greeks make them. The vines themselves can be wound into plain or decorated wreaths; baskets if you’ve got that kind of time and expertise.
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"I will breakfast from the cupboard where uneaten dreams are kept"
"I foresee the successful future of a very mediocre society."