Yellow plums, blackberries and red currants, all gathered from bushes and trees growing in parks and alleys in our neighbourhood.
Beautiful, aromatic, powder-coated plums, chosen one-by-one from the farmer's box. Their yellow flesh tastes like sunshine.
For a while we had a young woman from New Zealand coming by once a week with experimental baked goods. For $4, she would drop off a tupperware crammed with cookies, bars, brownies, cakes and scones of various flavours and types.
She took a week or two off and never started up again. It was great while it lasted. Like summer.
