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Raspberries and roses
Eighteen degrees at 8:15pm as we charged through Cannobio on the morning run. Blue skies with the occasional cloud and a wind strong enough to keep the midday temperature below thirty.
In my tranquil, if overgrown, garden far from the madding crowd the raspberries and the roses seem to have gained the upper hand. The children lose themselves in the raspberry bushes for what seems like hours, emerging red-faced, red-fingered and (yesterday) red-dressed.
That would be dessert taken care of.
And another empty bottle of Vanish to toss in the recycling.
Raspberries and roses
Eighteen degrees at 8:15pm as we charged through Cannobio on the morning run. Blue skies with the occasional cloud and a wind strong enough to keep the midday temperature below thirty.
In my tranquil, if overgrown, garden far from the madding crowd the raspberries and the roses seem to have gained the upper hand. The children lose themselves in the raspberry bushes for what seems like hours, emerging red-faced, red-fingered and (yesterday) red-dressed.
That would be dessert taken care of.
And another empty bottle of Vanish to toss in the recycling.
6 comments:
Sounds like heaven! Dress them in red clothes so that no Vanish is needed! ;-)
I guess the kids are washable when they have stains, but the clothing, that's a different story!If it weren't for the brambles and thorns....
I remember my summers in Denmark picking raspberries and cooking them on a doll-size stove. What fun memories.
I'm there!
Mmm, how beautiful & delicious!!
Hi,
With permission, may I please use your raspberry picture on our school's nonprofit garden website?
www.thegardenatbchmcps.blogspot.com
Thank you for your time :)
Melissa
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