Found on my Doorstep

I didn’t hear the doorbell ring or the knocker on the front door but look what was left on my  doorstep.

I found a beautiful bouquet from my neighbor’s garden.

A sweet note attached to the glass milk bottle.

Thank you Marion. A lovely way to start this sad day of remembrance and memories.

Your flowers are absolutely gorgeous.

June Gallery of Roses in Berlin

The first photo a rose bouquet I purchased from the Winterfeldplatz Market. The other roses seen while walking.

Rose season in full bloom.

At all stages of blossoming,  they are lovely to see.  When I went to find rose quotations to accompany the photos  there were over three hundred to choose from including the mention of thorns, of course.

 Decided on a single most well known quotation spoken by Juliet but I’m sure more thoughts on roses will come to your own mind.

(And on a side note Kiez Eis https://kiezeis.de/ on Winterfeld Strasse is featuring Rosewasser Ice Cream in addition to the rhubarb and asparagus flavors I’ve mentioned recently.)

“WHAT’S IN A NAME? THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE,  BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET.” 

    Juliet  William Shakespeare 

Pesto Season Signals Summer

Last night a friend brought over some fragrant fresh basil from the garden.

I felt inspired.

The recipe I used called for

2 c fresh basil leaves 1/3 c pine nuts 1/2 c Romano or parmesan cheese 1/2 c olive oil 3 cloves of garlic. Another friend’s flowers from her garden.

Such generous friends.

It might be time for new red and white checkered table cloth. I hemmed this fabric in 1974 and the red has faded to almost pink.

Even if it rains, the front porch offers shelter and a wonderful place to watch the downpour.