Sooo much better!
It's that time of the year in Maine
Blueberries,Raspberries and Black Berries.
All glistening in the noon day sun.
The best part NO SNAKES!!!
you are safe in Maine.
Just like Ireland.
Seeing this site makes me think of
my childhood days, innocent
life, no worries. Everyday an adventure.
These raspberries are all along my drive way
and some in the back yard. The blueberries
are almost ready to pick they are everywhere,
the rock garden and all along the road.
I made this with my
ice cream maker
few years ago, lot of work,
but delish.
My Cherry tree has little cherries also.
Who has time to paint..
Posted by Yvonne @ La Petite Gallery
Comments are welcome
Oh how envious I am of all your berries. We only had 4 tomatoes from our two plants. Thank our son has huge tomato crop.
ReplyDeleteSmall shrub blueberries grow in North Georgia, not at the tail end of the Piedmont where I live.
ReplyDeleteYes, they are better.
Grandma had blue berry bushes growing on the ditch banks to her house. We'd pick/eat, enough leftover and grandma would make a blueberry pie.
She was magic.
Wish I could taste your cheese cake. XO T
Blueberries are such a healthy , delicious fruit! I'm on diet now, and with my coffee in the morning, I eat a sort of light buckwheat cracker on which I put a thin film of blueberries' light confiture.The whole thing is about 10 calories only, and it keeps me away from cake.
ReplyDeleteThese berries speak summer. Countless pies, tartes, ice creams, cobblers have been made to celebrate these jewels, and so have POEMS. One of my favorite poem by the late Irish poet, Seamus Heaney, is "Blackberry picking." Go to Youtube Yvonne, and look for HIM reciting this poem. With that fabulous Irish accent, he walks you along his memory lane and invites you to listen to his rich account of a simple activity that evokes images of summer, no matter WHO YOU ARE.
ReplyDeleteENJOY!
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ReplyDeleteJoanny did you see the you-tube on Seamus Heaney. It was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBlack berry picking.. yvonne
Summer's gone by ... cotton candy, walks on the board walk , roller coaster rides, kisses sweeter then ripen berries...
ReplyDeletelove summer time,
Yes Yvonne I did read the poem,,,,by Seamus Heaney , he remembered well the years of his youth and the lazy hot summers.
go here for those who like the printed word and read Seamus Heaney's poem
ReplyDeletehttps://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/50981
YVONNE! Good morning! You found Mr. Heaney and his poem.....I LOVE his voice when he recited his poetry. His words are thick and substantial as the Irish earth from which his roots shoot up and in which his father planted and dug their living. And....when Seamus Heaney was young, I have to admit, he was quite the looker. I love those Irish eyes.....Enjoy the memories; often, my mum's face comes back to me too through a sight, sound, smell, touch.
ReplyDeleteDear Yvonne, a wonderful posting of precious berries...reminding me of when we went out gathering basketsful at my Aunt Rosie's farm in the summertime! Beautiful poetry as well! Best to Renee.
ReplyDeletexoxo
Karena
Remember that book BLUEBERRIES FOR SAL by Robert McCloskey? I read it to my grandchildren. Loved it as a kid.
ReplyDeleteVery nice post, Yvonne. I am a berry fiend. Ha!