On Friday when I was walking the dogs, I found muscadines at the edge of the woods. I had known there was a vine there because I found a grape on the road the week before. I hooked Zoe's leash to a sapling, slipped Gitta's leash over my arm, and tried to take pictures, pick muscadines, and keep Gitta from mouthing all the grapes I dropped. (She ( Read more... )