This year's grape harvest came a bit earlier than it should. There was a hurricane coming, and a squirrel had been having a nice feast - so half of Saturday afternoon was spent picking grapes in the drizzle. There's some left on the vine, either too green or hard to reach, perhaps enough to survive to be picked later.
So here's the haul, I spent the afternoon picking out the stems and the green ones. In honor of the squirrel, I am going to call this year's wine "Squirlot."
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