But Southern Ontario is teeming with vineyards.
One vineyard after another.
And the vines are loaded--I mean--LOADED with succulent grapes.
The spies must have discovered something similar in the Promised Land.
Neal likes red.
I prefer white.
I'm pretty sure that I was trespassing. But I promise, I resisted the temptation to sample. Not as hard as you might think, because the owners have their "bangers" going off constantly...which sound like gunfire. So I might have been a little jumpy.
Oh...and it's almost time for the apple harvest.