It's Saturday. Not Friday. But while this post is a day late to qualify as "Freegrace Friday," I'm following our trash collector's lead: they call the day before a holiday to inform us that due to the national day of hijinks scheduled during a weekday, they're going to come a day later than usual.
Fun Rural Fact: We don't have municipal garbage pick-up in the boonies. We have to pay someone to trundle themselves to our version of Mayberry to come get our junk.
This week has been all about the berry bounty. First came the strawberries. They've begun to taper off, although the Alpine strawberries will produce little red nubbins all summer long.
|4th of July berry pie! With berries and a buttery crust this good, it's not going to last long.|
I hope you all are having a sweet and wonderful summer weekend (or winter weekend on the flip side of the world).
|Our backyard cherries, as captured by Ray.|