A lot of my childhood memories revolve around fruit, and nothing says Summer to me quite like picking raspberries from the garden! Imagine my delight when raspberry canes suddenly appeared from behind a bush in the garden beside my driveway - a perfect compliment to the strawberry patch they are growing next to.
Lucky to last long enough to be photographed, I hope to be picking fresh raspberries daily for at least the next few months!
Fruit has to be the most satisfying thing to grow in the garden, and trust me when I say if I can do it, you can too, as these poor plants are ignored for most of the year until its time to start picking and eating!
Do you grow fruit? What is your favourite?
Are you a crazy market lover like me? Going to markets has long been a love affair in my family and now I can't resist stopping in for a look at any country market that comes my way. Since living in Hobart I've become a semi-regular at the Sorell Market (don't you just love their hand written calendar?!), and especially on their long weekend markets which seem to attract far more stalls than the good amount that go on a regular Sunday. All the usual things are there like crafts, bric-a-brac, veggies and plants, stalls selling food and old tools and books. Part of the market is indoors at the Hall, the rest spreading outside the front and back of the hall, the rear carpark and the paddock area next to the Hall.
I don't always buy things at the market but this time I found the cutest teacup I just couldn't resist. Pale green with a ivy design, its fine bone china from England and says its from the Romany collection underneath. I love the little leaves, different to the flowers that are usually found on teacups, and what better way to enjoy a herbal tea on a Sunday afternoon!
Perhaps this is the start of something new to collect?!
I couldn't resist picking some of the gorgeous blush pink blossoms from a wild apple tree at the start of my road today. Aren't they just the sweetest thing? Nothing says spring more than fruit blossoms, delicate and soft against the crooked rough branches and deep green leaves. Apparently my Nanna Norma, who I never had a chance to meet, loved filling her house with apple blossoms, so I feel particularly special about this little row of blooms in the sweet teal bottles I couldn't resist from Typo on a recent Melbourne trip!
