It's a summer fruit fest.
Just look at my fruit bowl.
Okay, so it's not my regular fruit bowl that sits on the bench, it's my pull out occasionally special dish that was my Nana's. (Just in case y'all get some wrong ideas about how we roll around here!)
Cherries gifted to us, plums from our local orchard, apricots and blueberries.
I keep meaning to stew some or bake a clafouti or crumble, but it's just too hot to contemplate putting the oven on unecessarily and they taste so good fresh and raw.
Summer fruit and daily swims.