Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Season. Show all posts

Friday, June 19, 2009

Seanberry's

Well, just imagine this were ...

... the last strawberry of this year - which it is not :)

Here's waiting the future red currant jelly.

Ah, how beautiful ... how delicious ...

... and the morello cherries, ...

... and ... ah! the black currant ...

... well, and about two weeks later I shall run
the risk to fall off the ladder when
picking - almost :) - the sweetest of all cherries.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Ready for the cold Season

January, February, March, April . . .








"No. No. No!" I said.

Tetrapilotomos' reaction: brows forming a questionmark.

"It has neither to do anything with politics, nor with language and literature."

"It's part of Omnium", said Tetrapilotomos. "Isn't it politics that your 83-years-old mother-in-law is demonstrating to her neighbours - and thus to the world - that she is ready for another season?
And isn't it lovely to make a joke about her "unspeakables", and she would wholehearted laugh about her wicked son-in-law?"

Sometimes, I repeat: sometimes I do like my friend.