The cool weather and soft breezes have returned today (although only temporarily) like an old friend. It is beautiful!
This morning, while touring the garden for water duty, I spotted these muscadines hanging over my head. Of course, their wonderful aroma always gives them away long before the deep purple fruit does.
As I stood there taking it all in, I couldn’t help but think of my granddaddy, who had an old muscadine vine growing over his worn and torn wooden shed in the backyard. We loved picking them together and I sure did love him.