In the spring the Grape Arbour is bare and dreary. It shows it's bare bones to the
world. On top a birdhouse welcomes weary travellers.
But come the summer the arbour is green with leaves.
Grape flowers are abundant and the bees are busy pollinating.
You sit under the arbour, the grapes, yellow and purple, shine in the sun.
It is cool, the lone mourning dove nesting in the rafters is just about ready to
fledge.
The grapes are sweet. The sun is warm. Life is Good.
