Set Adrift On Raspberry Bliss

They woke me right the fuck up.

Heaven bless the community garden. This time of year it’s a living metaphor, the harvest ready to be reaped and enjoyed. Hubs and I take weekend walks in our local, and right now it’s giving major zucchiniosity and pumpkinity. Also tons of beans, and clumps of rosemary, lavender, mint and sage, and some weird black tomatoes that look like bruised testic…