A fruity weekend
…..now in summer this single girl needs something to do, and a fruity weekend is a big temptation.
So here it is in photos and there’s still Sunday to come.
The birds left some cherries for me on my small tree.
Hugely abundant this year with its fat red beads.
Blackcurrants dangled grapelike as they fought for sun through the nettles beneath the apple tree and have rendered me five pots of jelly-jam.
Not totally sure it has set though.
The Buddha bed has a flourish of raspberries that grew themselves.
The rain plumped them and in an hour of afternoon sun between showers, permitted picking.
Pulling them off, my hands cupped them gently, and filled, in this soft hold with juicy fruit.
I will bake a sweet butter-base using corn flour and ground almonds. Allow it to cool and cover with the raspberries. Maybe get some cream… yum.
The rosy cherries, pairs I will hook gypsy fashion on my ears, others I’ll eat raw.
And must squeeze in some other jobs,
check on the poorly cat, Mitsie, also fix the hem of my skirt for Tango tonight and now on radio 4’s Saturday Womans Hour they are discussing Mens Hour.
Well I could spare a few minutes,
after all I am feeling fruity…