Thursday, August 24, 2006
This is my niece enjoying the sweet unmistakeable taste of Concord grapes. They come down every year around this time and get their Concord fix. Who can blame them? Even the thick, humid, Missouri air swirls with eau du Concord. After picking all the Concord grapes yesterday, my skin was naturally perfumed, and I will have to say I loved it.
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