Well, it’s that time of year again…When the possum grapes are ripe and
just begging to be picked.
They were more than abundant this year. I mean there were SO many grapes
on this one tree we didn’t even bother looking for more.
Granddad said, “In my short life I’ve never seen so many possum grapes in one place so thick and big!” Now that is saying something.
In case you don’t know what possum grapes are…you could look it up…
…or I could just be nice and just tell you. :D They are small, black, wild grapes. They grow in Oklahoma and Texas, and you can find them climbing up trees on the the side of the county roads, or along fence rows…etc. I’ve always been told the reason they’re called possum grapes is, they are about the size of a opossum’s eye. True or not. That’s the story. :D
Don’t we look so well balanced?
Truth is we were going, “Bump. Whoa!!!” snip “You’re shaking the trailer!” snip “Oops! Open the bag a little more.” snip-Shaking. “Whoa!” “If only my arms were longer”…snip-streeeetch-snip…"If this branch broke I’d be a goner!” snip “Almost”…snip “Whew! got ‘em.”
Benj toughed out the poison ivy.
You really can’t tell but his arm was really swollen.
Just one piece of homemade bread (or maybe two or three) with
this smothered on it, and it makes all the pain worth it!