With the toads having flown the coop (not literally, of course), our family’s attention has turned to grapes: lots and lots of grapes. Five years ago we procured three small grape plants from friends who are in the wine industry and grow their own nursery stock. We promptly planted them where we envisioned a future stone patio and pergola. Images of Cleopatra reclining in a lounger plucking fresh grapes from the vine danced in my head. Still, neither Oliver nor I had much knowledge of grapes, and learned as we went (which is basically how we acquire all our knowledge).
Five years later we have the patio, the pergola, and lots and lots of grapes. With a little bit of pruning know-how gleaned from our professional grape grower friends and an annual dose of compost, our little vines have grown into a great big gangly mess of foliage and fruit clusters. It turns out that Sovereign Coronation grapes are perfectly suited for our hot and humid climate, and are an absolute delight to grow. Not only is the end result resplendent and lovely, at this time of year the grapes release a thick, sweet odour that wafts down the driveway to the street. In short, it is exactly what we envisioned for our little hobby farm in the city.
What we didn’t dare to hope for, however, was the quantity of fruit these vines would produce. Last year was the first year we saw any fruit, and we were happy to eat some and preserve a few jars full of juice. This year we have been overwhelmed with the vines’ bounty. We have made grape pies, frozen grapes for winter grape pies, made over 20 litres of thick, syrupy grape juice, and made 6 jars of grape jelly. The truly unbelievable part is that we have only harvested about half!
Another unexpected bonus to this very successful gardening experiment is that our children are excited about the grapes. They would have eaten them when they were still green, so eager were they to taste them. Making grape juice has become a new Trefz family fall tradition. The children were responsible for sterilizing the jars and lids (with some adult assistance, of course), and were put to work plucking the grapes for pies off the stems. The big pay-off for everyone was sampling the fruit of our labour and seeing the full jars of juice just waiting to be served with a nice dinner in the dead of winter. There is something to be said about working together as a family.



