Monday, July 8, 2013


 An early morning run out the valley yields a nice little brown trout.

One and done.

 To town for the Fourth of July Heritage Day celebration.  That means lots of tractors.

This old Farmall was one of the coolest rides, great for the fields but not really set up for driving on the pavement with the steel wheels.

Along with the parade we hit the park to socialize.  We caught several bands over the weekend at Cole Park, La Motte, and at Off Shore.
 A good harvest of blue berries.

 Just a handful of Red raspberries.  The first of what's to come in the next few weeks.

 I was in the berry pickin mood so I walked the dogs down to the sugar bush and picked some Black raspberries too.

Black rasberries  (Rubus occidentalis) tend to ripen over the course of a few weeks (around here late June through mid-July).  If they didn’t, I’d probably make myself sick eating them all at once.  They may be smaller than most cultivated berries, but their flavor is unmatched.

 Can you say fruit tart?

 Then it was on to picking cherries at out friends house.  This is a 50/50 share program. 

I picked  two ice cream buckets full of sour cherries, one for them and one for us and barely put a dent in the trees fruit.  That was round one and I'll be  back for more.

The first of many trips to the garden.  So plentiful that it can be shared with friends and family.

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