After years of neglect, I am being rewarded with delicious, sweet grapes… Not exactly neglect, I gave the necessary manure yearly, if it was dry, watered, but, a big but….I didn’t pay the attention I normally  give abundantly to my flowers: No pruning, no training, not a single sympathetic word when I am around. Afterall they are the first thing I see when I open the French doors to  garden from my bedroom in the summer. After tasting some, I now left the rest of the harvest to nature. I see many unknown (to me) flying things around to taste and savour them. That makes me happy… And of course these beautiful raindrops on them…