There is a garden in front of my grandma’s house. There are many grape trees planted in the garden. I like to eat grapes from those trees the most.
In March of spring, my grandfather pulled the vines out of the soil and placed them on a pre-built shelf. Within a few days, pink buds will grow on the grape branches. The buds will grow day by day, and within a few days, small reddish leaves will emerge from them. The leaves grew up in a few days and were shaped like human palms. A gust of wind blew by, and the green leaves of the tree were smiling happily in the breeze.
The grape flowers fell in late May and early June, and the trees were covered with bunches of small, crystal-clear grapes. Their color is green and they are hard to the touch. Once, I secretly picked one and put it in my mouth. I didn't expect it to be so astringent! I quickly spit it out. Now, whenever I see green grapes, I will recall the taste.
Entering July and August, the grapes gradually mature. It turns from lavender to purple, and finally almost black. When you bite it open gently, you will see the tender red flesh, the rich juice flowing down the peel, and the alluring fragrance. Come, I can't wait to swallow it in one bite.
Grapes have a very high sugar content and can also be made into raisins, wine, canned grapes and other foods. They are a fruit with high nutritional value and wide uses.
I love grandma’s grapes.
