The last raspberries are the tastiest.
Even the weeds add a touch of bling after rain.
And the seed heads too.
The roses don’t know it’s winter.
The last raspberries are the tastiest.
Even the weeds add a touch of bling after rain.
And the seed heads too.
The roses don’t know it’s winter.
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Lovely post Wendy
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Thank you Liz. The weather is grim today so there won’t be anything left for long.
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Agreed that last berry does taste the best. We arrived back home, bliss. Plus, our lemon tree on our balcony has done well without my fussing 🙂
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Does this mean the roots are starting to go deep, Sue? 🙂 I’ve noticed that the garden still gets on and does very nicely thank you when I’m not obsessing over it.
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Never Wendy never 😆
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