Grapes on a plate.

Paul kindly bought us this good bunch of purple grapes.
It has been a very peaceful pleasant Sunday, and Maria and me enjoyed watching some of Jane Austen's televised novel, Emma.
I am about to watch Songs of Praise, and look forward later on, to Call the Midwife.
Arthur is sleeping in the kitchen and Paul has driven Maria to the station in Accrington to catch her train to York.
After eating a few grapes I was led by Spirit to read John 15 :1-11, one of the great I am teachings by Jesus, where he refers to Himself as being The True Vine.