Saturday, March 28, 2009
I have long been awaiting my muscadine vine to finally sprout and finally after a few days of rain she begun to bud. This grape vine has a long history with my family of "kickaboo" juice makers, shakers and drinkers. I grew up listening to all my dads stories of growing up hunting with with his father and brothers and tending the farm and whenever they spoke of the muscadine it was always about how drunk granddad would get after a full days work drinking down a batch of his homemade kickaboo juice. Seeing these little buds, really gives me a sense of joy knowing that they served as an integral part of my families history; the drunk part anyway.