Raspberries are my favorite berry.
Three months ago I helped someone with their knitting. Yesterday they came to my front porch and I received this unexpected treat. Raspberries are about my favorite fruit. They taste like summer.
“Sand Hill Berries is a family-owned and operated small fruits farm located in the foothills of the beautiful Laurel Highlands of southwestern Pennsylvania. Our farm specializes in red raspberries, red currants, black currants, gooseberries, yellow raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, and strawberries”
I’d wanted to take a photo of the empty container. It was too much to eat in one sitting.
I love raspberries.
David grows the best raspberries. And The best garlic. You’ve seen the garlic on the blog before. He’s an excellent gardener, working long and hard hours every day.
I’ve stood in his garden by the raspberry canes. Picked the delicious berries. Nothing like eating a berry warmed in the sun. I can eat about as many as I put in the pail.
Happy Birthday David.
Good to be alive at sixty-five.
Happy Medicare card to me. I can get that free bus pass now.
My sister and I are in Columbus OH on the big birthday eve after our family gatherings and driving over 1700 miles.
Laura and James hosting a July 4th birthday celebration for me tomorrow.
Here’s a photo collage with some of my favorite things- my family, pignoli, fireworks, coffee ice cream, raspberries, Zeke’s coffee, reading books, teapots, knitting and sock monkeys. Oh yes, a few shots of me throughout the years.
Inspiration. Show what inspires you.
Vivaldi, Van Gogh, a bookcase full of poetry and another full of cookbooks.
There are those family and friends who love and encourage me. The new baby.
But I needed a single photo tonight. Now! A single image as a response to Krista’s WPC.
I rummaged through archives. There were no trumpet concertos calling to me.
When I went to the fridge for some cold water there it was! I found the new gold foil package of Irish butter, purchased earlier today and sitting on the shelf calling to me. I felt inspired.
I added the eggs in the Pyrex bowl and the little bottle of vanilla extract my friend J sent at Christmas.
The box of raspberries.
I’m out of lemons but wish I had one to add. A slice of toast.
iPhone 6 shot in my dark kitchen with the side light by the sink illuminating the Irish butter still life, not the overhead lamp- too much glare.