Last night John returned from a trip to Sweden and had a rather peculiar package in his bag for me – from his mum. It was rather soft and squishy and very light and wrapped in tin foil. I opened it carefully, not quite sure what to expect and shrieked with delight when I found this…
Fresh blueberries from the island where they have their summer house! And they were still on the branch, ready to be picked. Small, juicy and tasty, it was indeed the perfect reminder of long Swedish summer days spent picking berries on the island over the past couple of years. And I can’t wait to get more when we go for a summer break soon!
In our garden the strawberries are in full, uhm, bloom too! We’ll be picking some for dessert tonight, no doubt. This must be my favourite thing about summer. What is yours?
Your strawberries are looking amazing! I’m sure the rest of the garden is looking good too. No snails I hope!?
Those damn snails are the bane of my life…and don’t get me started on my neighbour’s fat black cat using our garden as a litter tray! But I will prevail!
Your strawberries look delicious! Summer never arrived in Melbourne & winter is with us in full force. Want to catch up Phuket? I’d like to wave my little flag at the poolside for a glass of watermelon juice:)
Anina, Phuket sounds RIGHT up my alley. London’s been wet, gray and chilly for the past few days.
What a divine gift!