In our new backyard, we have this pergola. A pergola covered in grape vines.
These grape vines are very productive.
So on a Sunday afternoon, having spent the day unpacking, unpacking, unpacking – does unpacking ever end? Will these boxes ever stop occupying every spare inch of space in this house? Oh. Sorry. As I was saying, on a Sunday afternoon when the temperatures were near perfect and there was a very gentle breeze blowing into this pergola, Kat and I opted to spend some time picking grapes.
We think maybe we should make some grape jelly. You know, when the unpacking is over and we have time on our hands and the energy to actually do something besides unpack. This could be a very long time from now, because she has this job that requires she report to work every single weekday – so unreasonable. And I am old, so I have this built-in lack of energy excuse when I choose to stop unpacking. Which means those boxes occupying every inch of space in this house could be here for awhile.
But, I digress. We picked the grapes, we stripped the grapes from the stems, and we ended up with
Those bags are now in the freezer, hopefully to become jelly or juice or something worthwhile at some point in the future. Or maybe wine? Maybe we should try making wine. Because wine could be very enjoyable after unpacking still more boxes.
There are many many more clusters of grapes still on the vines. We have a flock of House Sparrows that come every day to dine, choosing to enjoy both the birdseed I put out for them and the grapes. That is happiness for me – watching the birds enjoy the grapes and the seeds. No photos though, because my windows have a sun-blocking film on them distorting the brightness and colors and when the windows are open, there is screening dulling the view. Maybe one day I’ll be sitting in the pergola when the birds come, and maybe then I can take some photos. In the meantime, I enjoy them from a distance, while preserving their privacy.
And, in that other life – the real life, in which the world is larger than the pergola. Kat is an elementary school teacher, and now that classes are back in session, in person, with kids masked (as much as you can keep kids masked), and distanced (as much as you can keep kids distanced), the cases of the Delta variety of Covid are climbing. Earlier this week, out of 300 students in the school, 49 were absent. Granted, not all were suffering from Covid. It appears there is also a flu going around. Isn’t that just hunky-dory? We wonder, though, how long in-person classes will be able to continue.
On a happier note – in that other real life, in which the world is larger than the pergola, I went shopping for groceries the other day. I took great delight in being able to get to the store in less than ten minutes – such a relief after 20 years of having the trip take 30 minutes or more, and then several months of having the trip take an hour. Although I liked the space I had around me in my southern Oregon home, I like the ability to have more of the day left after I’ve gone shopping, rather than having a shopping trip absorb a minimum of four to five hours of my day.
And now, I suppose I should go back to those boxes. Maybe unpack one or two more. And then I will go pick some more ripe tomatoes from the productive tomato plant the previous owner graciously left for us to enjoy.
And gather the eggs the chickens have laid for us. There are four of them in there, although it’s hard to see them with the way the light is hitting. My photo-taking could have been better timed.
Truly, in this life I have enough. I hope you do too.