Outside, the grape harvest began: each grape was as sweet as a full can of "grape pop," at least in my memories. I spent a lot of time as a kid worrying about which brand of grape pop was best: Grape Crush was the obvious favorite, but Welch's Grape was surprisingly pretty good, given that they worked with real grapes, supposedly. But really the favorite, simply on account of its rarity, was Fanta Grape, which I just learned (via Wikipedia) was invented in Nazi Germany.
Of course it should go without saying that all grape pop is horrible and loaded with literally tons/multiple tablespoons of sugar. It's kind of a miracle I survived my childhood obsession with grape pop, actually, when I consider how much sugar I consumed. Anyway, life goes on and the grapes are delicious, especially when you wet them down and roll them around in some white sugar. (Just kidding!)
In other garden news, the crossvine (bignonia, a native trumpet vine) finally bloomed. It's nice to look up and see large pink/orange clouds in the sky.
Inside, Clio continued to adjust to life with three much-older cats, just as they continued to adjust to her. There's been less hissing and chasing, but there's still quite a bit of watching, as you can see from the above. There's been no touching, however, which raises the important question: who exactly will be "the bridge" to Clio? Let's find out what people have to say.
"I thought I might be 'the bridge' to Clio," said Dante, "but sometimes her enormous eyes freak me out...So I guess we'll see."
"I might be 'the bridge' to Clio," said Zephyr, "but I'm not exactly sure what a 'bridge' is."
"I would obviously never vote for any Republican, but I'd rather have Donald Trump than any of those other idiots."
Elsewhere, a phalaeonopsis contemplated the cats.
While the sunflowers -- always political -- gathered to discuss campaign finance reform.