Autumn Memory

These tiny wild grapes growing along a Florida trail brought back memories of traipsing along the Platt River in the fall. Wild grapes were abundant, and I used to enjoy picking and eating them though they were small, about the size of a blueberry, and quite tart. There was no hiding the snacking, either, since the grapes left a purplish stain on fingers and lips.

By Thanksgiving, of course, they were long gone, and the leaves had turned, but those memories are as indelible as the stains they left on my fingers.

May your Thanksgiving be full of memories to warm the soul during the cold season.

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