soooo many grapes

I made fruit leather out of some of these grapes and gave the rest to my neighbor. I just don't have the ambition or the energy to deal with 30ish pounds of grapes. sheesh.

Every summer I tell myself that the next winter will be different, I will keep my sunny disposition and look forward to every new day. But then September comes to an end and I feel the weight of darkness press down on me, the dread of snow and ice and sleet.
I drag out my light box and line up my herbal teas, prepare for a sort of hibernation. It really is in a way, hibernating .
If only I was rich, I could follow summer around the globe