Once upon a time a hippy grandmother went for a stroll…
and stopped by the grape arbor to admire wispy strings of stunning pearls.
“Why Miss Charlotte,” she whispered, “you’ve outdone yourself this time.”
The hippy grandmother turned and wistfully scanned the grape vines, half afraid she’d find an egg sack hanging from a tendril and half afraid she wouldn’t.
(*Story, photos and editing all done by the hippy grandmother who has too much time on her hands these lovely, golden days as summer merges with autumn.*)