My dad's vine went kind of wild this year. It bears edible, if small, fruit, even.
And, at the moment, makes it kind of hard to get around that corner of the house.
Can you tell that I'm completely uninspired about blathering today? Yeah. I'm calling a preemptive stop to this one. Catch you later.
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My chickens would just leap up in the air and pick that vine clean. They loved grapes. ps anyone else having trouble figuring out the robot type?
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