It's that time of year—
And she picked.
And she picked too, but wasted precious picking time taking the already overly-bosomous fashion statement flaunted by local grape gals to an embarrassing extreme.
And they picked. (Kudos to you for your modesty, ladies. Thanks for keeping things covered.)
Heavens, even he picked. Do you think it had anything to do with all those concord coquettes?
And today, finally, we worked together to help get the harvest ready for a winter store.