A Refreshing Sight

Growing up in New England, I never saw a vineyard.  I never saw grapes grown commercially on a large scale, but greatly enjoyed picking Concord grapes in friends' yards, along roadsides, and sometimes in the woods.  Sometimes in the woods, we'd find the grape vines climbing all over Baldwin apple trees.  Possibly a sign of this part of the forest having someone's homestead many years ago.  I didn't really think about that back then, but I loved the grapes and sometimes brought quite a few bunches home with me.  So these big bunches, hiding beneath the leaves in front of a local eatery made me feel very nostalgic.  I picked just one grape to quench my thirst.  After that, the memories were enough.