Yesterday mom and I trimmed the grape vines in our backyard. This is normally dad’s job, but with him out of commission, it fell on us to do. Normally, dad would trim the hell out of these things, down to just a major vine on each side of the plant, trellised just so. With us, it was more just making sure nothing would be growing into the neighbor’s yard. Dad has sort of come to terms with a bad harvest this year, since he won’t be able to tend to the plants as he would like, so he accepted our job as satisfactory. Who knows, maybe something will be able to grow after all.