My
best guess was that the found grapevine near the site of the old
homeplace on our farm was a Concord. So when Mom's Concord started
churning out so many ripe fruits she had to embark on a daily juicing
session, I braved the thorns and weeds and went to take a second look
at my mystery vine.
To my surprise, the
grapes are still green and very much unripe. Let's see if I can
remember to check on the vine again in a couple of weeks to discover
what color they become as they soften up.