I feel a bit sheepish about how pokey things have been around here lately. A confluence of things are responsible: changing over computers, finishing my next book, and the Summertime. I think the Summertime might be mostly to blame.
One of my favorite things about this year's garden is the strawberry patch we planted in Spring. We have barely any food out there (it's a very impractical garden.) Just rosemary, because it's my favorite herb.
And also, peeking out from under the sweet white flowers...
Perfectly tart, beautifully red and shiny, and cropping up for weeks.
They might be a bit shrimpy and considerably more lumpy than their grocery store counterparts, but they make up for it with their beautiful insides.
Scarcely a white heart in sight, these girls are crimson through and through.
It was the nicest feeling to be able to go outside, gather 5 or 6, and instantly increase the marvelousness of my vanilla yogurt by ten-fold.
Now they're on the wane, but I'm determined to have them again next year. And maybe twice as many plants.
I hope the last bits of Summer are treating you well!