Raspberries Season / La Saison des Framboises

Hi there. Anybody here?

My mother told me the other day that she’s had enough of nibbling and spreading every time she takes a look at my blog. I am sure she isn’t the only one. I know I’ve had enough of it.

I didn’t mean to be away this long, but knowing how summer in Michigan can be fleeting we are spending most of our days outside with my family and my husband’s adorable nieces who came to spend the month of June with us. Our days are spent strolling around town, playing cards, which I must say I am now quite addicted to, watching soccer games, which I must admit we are all addicted to in the family, doing a lot of cooking, chasing fire flies, rolling in the grass and picking raspberries in my own backyard. Let me say it again because I still can’t believe it: Picking raspberries in my own backyard. Ah! It’s like music to my ears… and my senses.

I’ll be back very, very soon with recipes, a basket of berries and more summertime stories.

Happy weekend, my friends!

Nibble And Spread / Grignoter Et Tartiner

Oh June! I didn’t know you had such a hot temper.

First you came with open arms and roses and candle lighted dinners on the deck. You were beautiful, pleasant, and funny. You were the answer to our prayers after harsh cold winter days. Mornings with you were cool and breezy. Mornings with you had a scent of the beach and shells and fishermen coming back from the sea. Mornings with you were lovely.
We opened our house, our windows and our kitchen to you. The curtains were pulled all the way to the ceiling. The winter clothes were buried in the basement. Hairdressers were busy. Children were free. We went to the park together and you delighted us with tender asparagus, crunchy radishes and sweet strawberries. You told us stories about friendship and riding bikes and festivals and scraped knees and picnics and how you liked being on the spotlight announcing the summer season. We laughed together. We raised our glass to you. You gave us more strawberries.