Every year, the week before Labor Day, the grape picking happens at our church welfare farm.
Today, the first time ever, I actually have pictures, THANKS TO ALLYSON MCKINNEY.
What a surprise to find these photos today in my email!
That's our grandson Austin, working away!
See my son Logan inside that vine?
I think this picture describes his personality well. He's never been afraid of hard work.
Austin laying the grapes to be dried in the sun.
There's Austin, and Allyson's son Joel, headed for home, or rather the car.
I wrote the following 2 years ago:
"I tried to explain to Elora, my 5 1/2 year old granddaughter, why her parents were picking grapes last Saturday. It is our welfare farm for our church. We (as a church) produce the grapes for raisins, and the proceeds help with expenses for the needy. Well I just gave her the simplified answer of, "Mommy and Daddy are picking grapes to help the poor people." Her response was, "Aren't the poor people going to get tired of eating all those grapes?"
Actually I learned today off Allyson's blog that our welfare farm produces ALL the raisins for ALL the bishop's storehouses in the United States. Well this IS the raisin capital of the world, so it shouldn't surprise me. But it does, because that is A LOT of grapes.