Saturday's are still known in our place as Blueberry Bagel Day. It's a tradition that carves-out a little haven in our week. There's a whole ritual surrounding it, of which many of you, I'm sure, are aware. The end result is coffee with bagels (toasted just so). But the ritual begins when this place opens.
Alimento in Summer Hill is great, except for the fact that they open several hours after our kids wake. Noah and I buy the bagels. He pays the lady at the counter. If he's lucky he gets to hold the bag in the car on the way home. I say 'lucky' because it basically means he picks the blueberries out and gobbles them up.
Charles Darwin would love my garden. I think my Basil has grown so aggressively that it killed my thyme. It overshadowed it, cut off its light, and watched it shrivel. Life in the vegetable kingdom is a herb-eat-herb existence.
My rockmelons.
2 comments:
Loveliness. Thanks for sharing.
The rockmelon plant surprised me. It looks like a pumpkin vine.
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