My Martha Stewart moment for the summer. Don’t you just want to go out and start collecting pink glass and engraved bricks?
I’ve lived out here for 3 summers and have yet to see the huge plot of raspberries do anything but spread and scratch me.
Today, I woke up from my nap, ambled around outside and came across all these beautiful little clumps of the most delicious, warm berries. Scott came home and put a few on top of a plate of greens and smoked salmon with oil and vinegar. I really hope they stay long enough for Nina’s kid to come out here and pick some. Of course it will be a 100-degree day and he’ll have to wear a flight suit, a helmet and welder’s gloves, but he’ll never remember who was responsible for the trauma! I’ll always be “Aunt Raspberry.”
