My recent post mentioned the climate here as not being suitable for grapes. But the ones in the picture came from my mother's garden. She lives in a hill-town (that's where I grew up) more than 300kms away. It's cooler there so the elements are kinder to some plants that need a milder climate. To anyone from a grape-growing country, this would be nothing to rave about but back in the 60s hardly anyone had a vine in their back-yards. I can only think of one person, Mr. Bazely, from whom my mother got the sapling. And this is in a country not known for grapes! Of course, in recent years, the state of Maharashtra has carved a niche for itself with its extensive vineyards and production of wine but back then, the fruit-vendors sold grapes from what I can remember was, Kashmir. And it wasn't like having a back-yard staple of mango, guava, Indian blackberry and some banana trees thrown in for good measure! We loved the clusters-green at first and then deep purple! And fragrant too! Every time I have these, memories of childhood come in bits and parts. Someone did say that we are made of memories... And I'm glad that when I look back I hear the sound of laughter reverberating through the thread of time...and in the aroma of a grape I find happiness!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau