Poor Paul. That’s what he said tonight upon discovering that every single grape is gone. Gone! Where did they go?? We were so so so excited about the many little grape clusters on our grape vines. In fact, just yesterday I was looking at them and tempted to try one before I remembered that they are red grapes so I shouldn’t even taste them while they are still green. I can only assume that the sparrows ate them?? The grapes are all high enough that none of the chickens could get to them. I’ve never seen a squirrel climbing on the chicken wire, but I suppose that is another possibility.
This is quite a disappointment go us given that 1. our extremely promising blackberry crop also completely died, and 2. our extremely promising plum crop (hundreds of tiny wee plums at the beginning of the summer!) also completely vanished (ala the grapes.) We’re really not feeling very good about our garden these days. In fact, my next post is going to be the letter I’m working on for Future Self with all kinds of notes, instructions, and reminders about what I want to do in the garden next year.