Raisin Wisdom

After college, I lived with my parents for a year.
While there, I did extensive landscaping and gardening.
I actually consider gardening to me the first chapter in my spiritual growth.

One of my projects was a grape and wisteria covered arbor. I had fantasies of grapes hanging down through the wood slots as you walked under.
But the weather location of the plants never resulted in edible grapes. Still beautiful, but not edible.

Until yesterday.
Fiftenn years later, I ate my first glorious grapes from my vines.
I was giddy as I plucked off clumps of succulent grapes and truly enjoyed “the fruit of my labor.” You could taste the love.

Even cooler: My baby nephew ate some fresh grapes for his dessert.

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