Going outside to hang out the washing I passed under our grape vine - barren all winter the first leaves were appearing and caught the light.
I am a little bit infatuated with the curlicues and tendrils. They look so festive. I keep meaning to go outside and trim down some of the excess, to make crowns and wreaths, but as yet time has alluded me. In my head, they look beautiful.
For now, I admire the new leaves of spring and wonder if this year I'll bag the grapes early enough to protect them from their many admirers.
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