Lately, I found a lot of grapes next-door. They are still tiny yellow green, but they certainly take the shape grapes.
A bit about a story of this grapevine. When I was a child, my neighbor planted one grapevine in the garden for their new house as a memorial. At that time, they used to make jam out of them. In a tea break, I enjoyed having them with childhood friends. Meanwhile, when I was a collage student, they moved out leaving their tree. Sometimes, when I see it, I recall good old memories.
Now, the tree is much bigger. It still bears fruits the same as usual. Thus, I’m happy to find many tiny fruits in the next garden. I’m looking forward to them ripening and turning purple and violet in the autumn.
隣のお家の葡萄が、実をつけましタ(^^)
葡萄といえば、秋なのに、梅雨時から、実がなるものなのですネ。。。
