Today I don’t need to be in to work until 10:00, which makes the morning a little more relaxed. My daughter had two friends stay the night, so the living room contained three sleeping girls when I came downstairs. I made a cup of tea and fixed myself a bowl of yogurt, black raspberry sauce and granola, and headed out to the porch for breakfast. It’s not quite 8:30 as I write this and it is already 73 degrees– the low last night was 70, I believe. We are 2 days into a stretch of hot, humid weather, my least favorite kind. I gave in yesterday morning, after a sleepless night, and turned on the air-conditioner. I hate to do that, because it means closing the windows, and it makes me feel almost claustrophobic.
So sitting out on the porch is a lovely treat and I’m enjoying the fresh air. The black raspberries for the sauce were picked on Monday evening. I was struggling Monday with an issue that affects my future plans. What to do? Monday I was going crazy thinking about it and finally decided to get out of the house for a while. I headed to a nearby park that I used to take the dog to, back when he was still alive. I brought along a container in case their were berries, and there were! I wore shorts, unfortunately, but refused to let the thorns stop me. I came home with very scratched-up legs and about 3 cups of berries– not enough for jam, so I made sauce instead. Delicious and totally worth the torn flesh. To me black raspberries taste like summer. They are early this year, usually hey are ripe around Independence Day.
We are having quite a dry spell here in Southern Wisconsin, and if we don’t get rain soon the farmers may lose their corn. However, I haven’t had to mow much and there aren’t many mosquitoes at the moment– so we take the good with the bad.