the boys picking blackberries
The finished product.
Note on the label, Seb wrote confiture de murs (a wall) not mûre (blackberry).
Delicious, no seeds, pure love.
Look at that golf course grass.
Weeks of anguish ensued after coming back from the states to find 2 foot high grass, we finally have the upper hand. Really, it was painful, but now we can finally golf. Too bad no one golfs!
My red onion and potato harvest.
Some fall colors and my second potiron squash which
will be turned into soup, soup and more soup.
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