Winifred and I included Woodland Wander on our lunch walk today, she wanted to show me the wild grapes that were ripe and falling on the trail. They are the very large, high vines twenty feet before the Grey Birch story sign. While we were looking up Winifred noticed that the Blue Jays were already busy harvesting the bounty and dropping the rejects down on the trail and us. (I believe the Jays learned this trick from the squirrel who lives near the well. He eats half an apple and then drops the core on startled hikers.)

These vines probably started long ago as a low shrub and were carried up into the canopy by the growing Wild Black Cherry trees that are hosting them. (Expect to start smelling the fermenting grapes if the sunny weather persists. Perhaps Heather can include some Bacchanalian ritual in her proposed transcendental perfomance.)