Sometimes grapes remind me of my Dad, who used to peel them for me when I was a small boy. That gesture always stood out as one of the surest signs of love – the delicate carefulness required to actually peel a grape, shedding its somewhat sour skin to leave only sweetness and softness, revealed the sort of love that can only be expressed or shown in such an act, never to be said or dwelled upon. If you’ve ever tried to peel a grape – to fully peel it, leaving no slivers of skin behind – you know the careful work involved. And if you’ve been loved by someone like that, you know how lucky you are.
