Our grapes are nearly ripe. They grow over the terrace, in the space between the permanent roof and the big sliding doors. In winter when the vines are bare low angled sunshine enters the house, warming the tiled floor, which then warms us at night. In summer vines provide shade, coolth and food…. well food for lots of creatures, not just us. During the day many bird species come to feed, including the notorious bower birds and the very polite King Parrots, who seem to say “just a few, you dont mind do you … and we are only eating the seeds” as they carefully spit the flesh out onto the tiles.
We wont be picking our grapes for almost a month, then we make jams and jellies, but most of all, “must”, fresh grape juice that ferments just a little in the fridge, to create a very delicious spritzig drink. A big net covers most of the grapes, so the birds, and the nightly possums, antechinus and other fruit eating marsupials have to stick to the uncovered section. And we don’t mind at all!