A second hand store called the Sleep Shop gave me my first introduction to white grapes. The shop owner had a large overgrown vine that was producing an abundant supply of these grapes so he placed a bowl of them on the counter. After tasting them I was hooked. I asked if I could have a slip and he gave me several.
I rooted the slips and was just about ready to plant them when I realized we would be moving. I kept them in pots, and then started them in the new garden I was carving out of a bur bush patch. I placed one of them against the house.
We had a tall obsolete T.V. antenna at the side of the house, and rather than take it down, I got my son-in-law to cut it in three, leaving the base still in place, and placing the other two pieces along the wall at intervals.
My daughter had given me a wisteria for Mother's Day and this I planted at the base of the antenna. The grape vine was a few feet away but it sent a branch over to share some of the lower space.
As soon as the wisteria finished its show the grape vines would fill in and cover the wall.
It eventually reached all the way to my pillars and covered the archway.
And the whole vine would be loaded with delicious white grapes, giving me three or four bushels,
if the resident squirrels or chipmunks didn't take them all first.
When we moved to the trailer, I left the grapes behind, but then I went back and asked if I could have one of the vines that wasn't in a convenient location. He said sure, and I dug it, planted it, and it took off along our deck.
But we will be moving again, so,
The new slips in the covered pot are our white grapes. We won't be leaving them behind.
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