By KATIE LOVETT
DavidsonNews.net
Growing up in Wilmington, N.C. I considered my backyard the best place in the entire world. Sure, the giant rope swing and playhouse Grandpa built by hand lent a pretty significant wow factor for a six-year-old. But my favorite backyard activity came every September and October when the grapevine began to sag under the weight of ripe golden scuppernongs. Read the full story

