Monday morning I was excited to go for an early morning run solely so I could see them bobbing alongside the road, as they were almost ready to open last week.
When I jumped out of the car I almost cried.
The county had apparently sprayed weeds in the past few days and all their stems were curling, their blooms wilted toward the ground. The motivation for a good run disappeared right then and there...not that it takes much!
So, I went home and picked a handful of raspberries, another summer joy. I began tearing them all out last summer when Shannon intervened and told me I should give them one more year before giving up completely. Am I ever glad I listened! The raspberry bushes must have realized that their time was limited and began to produce profusely this year.
Nickles & Dom can lean out their bedroom window and pick the highest berries ~