Harvest Season (1)

It's gradually becoming harvest season.

By now, even the grapes planted outside the original farm should have matured fully. Seisui and Shine Muscat, along with various other varieties, have blossomed all over Roanoke Island.

After a long time, I went out to harvest with the 30 English people (minus 2) who could be called the "founding members" of Roanoke Island, along with Manteo's tribe members.

"Now... we'll consider European export for the grapes. Fruits with cracks or pest damage should be removed separately right away. If those remain, fungi will spread to other fruits as well."

"...What are fungi?"

"Ah, good... question. Um..."

"..."

"..."

Five minutes later, Bacon fainted on the spot.

Anyway.

The situation is different from before when we would pick grapes and distribute them here and there, eating the problematic ones ourselves.