Raindrops clung to oak leaves; wild roses opened bashfully along the lakeshore. You could smell them without trying to.
Later, on the porch, we ate chickpea salad with garden lettuce, and ate a bowl of fresh cherries. I quietly revelled in the fact that every meal this week is going to have something from the garden in it.
2 comments:
What a perfect description!
I love the way June tastes!
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