The pomegranate bushes right outside our front door are just starting to whisper about fall,
but the blackberry bushes know only one season: summer.
My friend Courtney invited us out to her father's ranch to pick blackberries the other night. Hopefully the first of many evenings we spend out there this summer. (Next time I'm bringing scooters for the kids and cold beers for the moms.)
The next day, in a burst of entrepreneurial enthusiasm, my son sold all of the blackberries we picked at his little farm stand (more about his stand in a later post). He was down to his very last basket, the basket I had put aside for our dessert, which he snuck out of the kitchen when I wasn't watching, when a neighbor pulled up and asked, "How much?"
Aidan answered, "One dollar."
"Here's a five," the neighbor said, taking his berries and driving away from one very happy eight year old boy. Even though I had started my day by perusing the local real estate web page searching for land, I fell in love with my neighborhood all over again while watching their transaction from my kitchen window. Maybe not enough in love to stop looking for land, but just enough in love to appreciate how green our grass is right here, right now.
Oh but how I would love to have these girls as neighbors, and if only I could just have one of my own.
Have you noticed the queen anne's lace popping up everywhere? I picked some this evening to put in a vase. OK, not a vase, but a green glass water bottle my friend Maya left at my house. One friend's garbage is another friend's treasure. Have you noticed that queen anne's lace smells like fresh corn tortillas? Take a whiff and see for yourself.
Speaking of tortillas, Avery revolutionized taco night at our house with a very cool idea she found online: hang tortillas on your oven racks to form shells and bake at 375 for about five minutes, or until crunchy. Brilliant!
I'm extremely grateful to have our evenings free from swim practice, giving us plenty of time to cook creative dinners, get together with friends, and pick blackberries for dessert - or for selling, depending on who gets to the berries first. While I'm looking forward to ripe pomegranates, I'm in no rush. It feels like summer has finally bloomed, and we're just beginning to enjoy its fruit.