Picking raspberries and knitting socksAugust 5, 2006 at 5:51 pm | Posted in country living, knitting | 2 Comments
This day is gorgeous … temperatures in the low 70’s, blue skies and poufs of white clouds easing across the sky. A light breeze coming in the windows and it feels as if autumn is on the way. The cicadas continue to sing their cascading, rhythmic serenade in ever growing waves.
I had a kidney stone a couple of weeks ago with high fever for a few days before I even knew what was going on–of course, I knew I had a high fever, just didn’t know why). By the time I visited the doctor and went to the hospital for a CAT-scan the kidney stone had passed. Before they told me what had happened, I was feeling a bit like a wuss because I for needing so much bed rest, but after finding out what I had actually been through I started feeling kind of cocky about the whole thing … playfully cocky, humbled in truth.
Still needing a bit more rest than usual, I have a bit more time to knit. My sock project is coming along nicely. I’ve finished the decorative ankle bit on sock number two, and have begun the heel. I might actually finish it before the weekend is over. I’ve also got an oil painting I’m working on, and spent some time on that this morning. My husband gave me thesun porch here in the farmhouse to use as my studio. I overlooks the front yard, the nearby bridge and the river we live on. I can’t see the river from thesun porch, because of the trees and shrubs. But, I can hear it and I can hear the birds and the cicadas and goodness knows what else.
Here’s a photo of some raspberries my husband and I picked back behind the barn. There are black raspberry canes growing out there which he never planted. I’m a novice at farm life, so I don’t know if there is such a thing as wild raspberries but it seems there could be. Two or three weeks ago the berries were so abundant that each evening we could go back there and pick a quart basket of them. We’d use them on cereal in the morning and then eat them with cream in the evening as a simple dessert. They were scrumptious to behold and to eat.
Life on this farm is scrumptious indeed.