We had such a fun summer discovering and cooking with food from our neighborhood.
From a distance these look like cherries…
but they’re tiny plums. The red ones are from our garden and the yellow ones from a park down the street.
I used them for plum bread and (my favorite) tart plum butter. Mmmm!
The summer also brings gazillions of apples all over the place–
(Yes. Apples. In the summer. Because sometimes July feels like October. But I digress.)
— Sam’s skolka garden, up and down our street, playgrounds everywhere. I honestly believe the best ones are from the Davises’ yard.
And wait till you hear how Robin Hood this is.
There’s a beautiful old church in our neighborhood with a massive cemetary. One day we were exploring the area around it and came across a sign strung between two trees. The only word we understood on the sign was ‘Pozor!’ (Caution! Watch out! Beware!), so we backed away, but notice what-looked-like three file cabinets set randomly in the trees behind the church.
My thoughts: Either lost Communist manifestos (one can only hope!)
A beekeeper’s sanctuary.