12 October 2009


It's that time of year—

She picked.

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.


Heidi said...

LOL!!! We sure miss the harvest parties out there.

Becca said...

I can't tell you how loved I feel that you all made the trek up here to help with stripping the vines. Thank you, thank you! Hopefully you're not suffering too greatly from pizza and sugar dreams.

Geo said...

Heidi, would have loved a few more souls on hand at the Moondoggie house to pick sticky grapes, fit stones together in Martin's wall, and compete for the high jump prize on the backyard tramp. Delicious mayhem and Costco pizza, to boot! Hugs and kisses to our NYers.

Becca, you nailed it. It was a love trip. And we were well-rewarded to have that bit of time with you. I did have wacky dreams last night, but nothing too sinister. A Jewish friend of mine showed up for a visit wearing LDS temple garments (and nothing else). Hugs and kisses to the Moondoggie clan as well.