Grapes are growing on the peach trees, the peach trees planted themselves in the vegetable garden from fallen fruit, there’s a grapevine in the path in the back yard, and more on trees in my neighbor’s yard where Andy threw the pruned cuttings away.
Now the raspberries, once kept in two neat rows have been abandoned there, to leap via nature’s vehicle of birds to attack the overgrown grape arbors.
Me, I wander freely following the ripening fruit.
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Sounds like a little paradise. Enjoy your wandering. I’ll imagine you there.