I’d feared that the late spring freeze had wiped out this year’s crop of wild grapes, but I spotted these beauties among the leaves of a pecan tree at the edge of the back pasture. They’re unusually large for wild grapes, too. I suspect that’s partly due to the location. This vine has its roots in a swale that directs rainwater from the hillside toward the pond and thus receives a greater share of moisture. I’m anxious for them to ripen and scouting for more grapes I can reach. And wondering whether the birds will beat me to the best ones. (A smart gambler would bet on the birds.)