I was in a long line at the store and the guy next to me sighed and said, “June was a long month.”
I said, “For me it went by fast. Usually July is a long month. Then it’s August and then it’s Christmas.”
He sighed again. “That sounds about right.”
Meanwhile, the raspberry situation is out of control. We have been eating them for breakfast although Bob was mixing them with all the usual fruit. I said, “I don’t want to keep wasting my time with apples, I just want berries.”
I made jam and I made a tart. Actually, 2 tarts but the 2nd one has all the berries.
They are slowing down but the blueberries are coming in and the marionberries. Marionberries are super prickly so they are not super fun to pick. I want to ask the women at the farmer’s market who sell giant trays of berries if they feel like they toughen up after while. It seems like the first time I pick I am covered with scratches but now I dig around the middle of the patch and I feel it but my skin is fine.
We have company this week and I expect to make a berry pie or cobbler to keep ahead the deluge.
These are from heirloom seeds that my sister-in-law gave me from Fort Vancouver.
This is 2 weeks ago. I ended up leaving the peas on a little long so I didn’t get those sweet early peas. When I did finally harvest we had a ton of those, too. We are in the process of eating a big bowl and I blanched some and stuck in the freezer.
I’ve also dug some potatoes and we’ve had lots of lettuce. I’m keeping an eye on the bush beans next.
My raspberries grew lush in Mayvember and Juneuary; maybe now that July is here we’ll see some berries on those vines.