My grape vines are starting to show the rudimentary hints of the first leaf buds. They’ve been bare since November. This foretells the heat that’s yet to come. By September I’ll be awash in fat, sweet, purple Concords that have ripened under the merciless Fontana summer sun.

Maybe I’ll get off my tuchus and make jelly this year.

Then again, maybe I won’t.

Oh well, what I don’t use or give away will certainly keep the birds and wabbits happy.