The Sun is blazing. The sky is clear. No wind. The Pheasant is dried out. The bushes are loaded with Raspberries, blackcurrants,whitecurrants redcurrants, Worcester berries, gooseberries-especially Red currants. The Wife has picked three large carton load; I have picked a large carton load-I have previously picked and frozen 3 bags fulls (Yes Sir Yes Sir) The bushes are still groaning. I am groaning.
And I have to shred the prunes branches. And the shredder is in order.
Come back rain.All is forgiven
Where are you when I need you?
Labels: Fruits, Merse, Old Manse, Summer