Of Berries and Summer Things.

Yesterday was an utterly lovely day.  It was the perfect temperature outside though sometimes the wind was a bit strong.  It was a good knitting day too.

Ta da!  It's a hem.  Time will tell if I knit it long enough.

Not only that but I made it to sleeves.

I could have striped through this tees secret sauce for short sleeves but I felt comfortable knitting them plain till that section was complete.  I can't wait to wear this!  Honestly, each time I slip on my blue and white Lusk I realize what a great fit this is for me and this top is just the same.  The fit is just right.  Part of it is this more softly fitted style but it also is how Rebecca Clow grades her patterns.  

Yesterday when Keith was putting groceries away, we were chatting about the fruits of summer. There was rhubarb at the store and he brought some home for me.  I love a fresh rhubarb crisp.  I started talking about fruit treats when I was a kid.  We were allowed to pick a stalk of rhubarb after mom had all she wanted.  Mom would give us a small bowl of sugar and we would dip the skinier end in and bite it off.  Yum.  

At Grandma Stuck's we got an even better treat though mom did make it at home too. My first memory of it was at Grandma's.  In peak berry season, we would all help pick June berries (Saskatoons or service berries for those of you who did not come from my part of the Saskatchewan) and when we were done, she would make pancakes for lunch.  She would mash some berries with a bit of sugar and pour some rich, cold, straight from the cow cream.  She would beat it with a spoon for a few minutes and we would piles berries and cream on top of our pancakes.  It was wonderful.  We did this with raspberries too.  Delightful delicious.

Later in life mom had a strawberry patch of every gardeners dreams.  Oh how much I loved helping pick strawberries, popping a few in my mouth before mom noticed.  Her patch was large enough that she put strawberries away for the whole season for on ice-cream as a Sunday desert.  I don't think she made jam though.  Not quite certain why.  

And then even later, there were tiny plums and sand cherries. I remember how good they were at full ripeness, warm from the sun.

It's a shame kids don't get these treats anymore.  They rarely get to pick fresh raspberries from the bush.  A garden now is something to look at or sit in, though we rarely do.  It's about display rather than food.  Sad in so many ways really.  

Ah well.  On to knit.