They might even learn something along the way.

Step one of my final day of picking grapes has been completed: I took a pruning shear over to my tree with grape vines and I cut out as many of the spreading poison ivy tendrils as I could. I had my rake and I moved them all off to the side. Then after 15 minutes or so I came home to take a paper towel with rubbing alcohol and swabbed off my hands and legs then my rake and pruner. Trying to put that pesky poison ivy oil out of commission.

Next, I'll take a tarp and the long handled pruner and see if I can't get another quart or so of grapes, to top off my batch I've been juicing this week. Third time's the charm. I'm going to teach my 16-year-old son to make jelly later this week. He eats enough of it, he might was well know how to make it! (He also helped pick most of the grapes yesterday, despite his protests that he'd rather be doing something else).