While shopping at the Santa Barbara's farmer's market today for Thanksgiving dinner, I purchased two pounds of grapes. As I paid, the farmer said, "thank you, we'll see you next May." I was shocked and horrified and asked, "what do you mean next May?" He said that grapes season is over, and that I was buying from the very last and final harvest of the season. May is such a long time away and I had to ask again, "not until next May?" Naturally, there was only one thing for me to do. I bought some more grapes, three more pounds to be exact. I got home and my husband was shocked to see the large quantity of grapes I brought home with me. I explained that those were the last local grapes of the season. As the grapeaholic that he is, he was happy and equally delighted that we had five more pounds of grapes to enjoy with the knowledge that we won't have any more until nex May. At least we'll have raisins.