The days go by so fast. Each one blurring into the next. During the last year of my father's life, I can remember commenting to him how quickly each day passes. His comment to me was, "Wait till you get to be my age." I felt sorry that his good years had concluded so quickly. The last two years of his life was a constant struggle to just to breath. I think of my father often and have many regrets at not asking him about his life - growing up in Oklahoma, his life prior to WWII and his service in the war, his parents, and just generally what it was like when he was young. I so want to know now and putting the pieces together without that direct knowledge is so challenging.
After we came back from Washington DC, I noticed
that the grapes growing on the back patio were beginning to smell wonderful so I pulled a couple off and popped them in my mouth - wow. This is the first year they've actually be edible. They have quite an intense flavor. It would be difficult to just eat them one by one so I cooked them down and made a light syrup to pour over ice cream. Really, really tasty. I didn't use much sugar and the creamy sweetness of a scoop of vanilla along side makes a refreshing dessert. Bob loves it (of course, he loves anything involving vanilla).
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