Today was an ab-so-lute-ly gorgeous summer day. Sunshine all day, warm enough to make squash, tomatoes, and beans in the garden grow but with a gentle breeze that kept my body out there with the squash, tomatoes, and beans cool enough to be comfortable.
I got out first thing this morning to pick strawberries. Got another 19 pounds and 4 ounces. Came in and sorted through them, filled 8 pints to take to one place in town and 12 pints for another.
Got this bowl of rejects to keep for us for fresh eating. Although they don't look too bad, these are the ones with a soft spot in them or a bite taken out by those blankety-blank slugs. Surprisingly, we still aren't tired of eating the berries fresh nor have they had a bad effect on our . . . uh, um, uh . . . digestive systems.
Is this unbelievable or what: The picking today brings our season total to 137 pounds and 5 ounces. (Are you tired of me talking about strawberries yet?)
Then this afternoon I worked doing some weeding in the raspberries (yes, there are already a few ripe ones out there, too) and also got about half the weeding I wanted to do done in the blueberries.
In late afternoon, we made the spur of the moment decision to drop everything, clean up quickly and drive 25 miles through the woods to a scenic, rustic restaurant on an inland lake. They have a fantastic all-you-can-eat fish fry on Friday nights and we hadn't been there in ever-so-long. Besides inside seating, they have a long covered porch on the lakeside with casual picnic tables set on the lawn between restaurant and lake. Tonight they had a very aromatic wood fire going in a pit in the middle of the picnic table grouping and live music on one end of the porch. It was all super-casual and contributed to a feeling of real summer time.
A good, good day.