The first home-grown boysenberries.
Oh dear lord! So very delicious and juicy. Oh my wordy yes! Six berries filled my hand; they were Massive. It all goes to show that virtue is rewarded. The boysenberries were hiding behind the huge weeds that had sprung up in the left hand garden bed. It was only when I bit the bullet and went in to weed before all the seed heads dropped that I discovered the berries.
The only reason I bought the plant is that I like boysenberry ripple icecream, which I first had as a child at the Inverloch Icecreamery, a magical place that had many different exotic flavours. My brother always ordered licorice. I don’t know what relevance that Fun Fact has, but it’s out there now.
In other news, the weekend after my solar oven and kettle arrive… it’s raining. It’s clear that God has a sense of humour.
Well played, God. Well played.