Something growing, obviously. Kinda nascent, although the plant is about four years old. First time I've ever seen this sort of commotion, in fact. I nearly pulled the plants out of the ground early this year because I thought they had frozen and gone dead.
But look at this promise of fertility!
You give up?
It's a little, teeny, tiny bunch of grapes. A bunch!
The first year I tended to the plantings, we got a total of TWO grapes, from four vines. Then one of the vines died away. So I was losing hope.
Nope. This one vine has at least three miniature bunches-in-waiting. I don't even know what variety of grapes, because the little signposts I stuck into the ground corroded and vanished. Let's just say it will be either red or green. A wine grape; I do recall that's what I planted.
Should I worry? Will birds attack the grapes before I'm ready to pick them? Yes, I can get netting, and I think I will.
You know, for someone who hasn't done a whole lot to foster this crop, I'm unduly excited.
And to think I nearly pulled them out of the ground. Sheesh, Ms. Farmer of Little Faith.