dusty driveway
carts with awnings
rainbow of vegetables
and fruit —
pick your own —
rows of green brambles
leaning on string
spiderwebs glinting
lemony scent of crushed clover
delicate red berries
hidden under leaves
stems sagging low
ruby juice on fingertips
eaten on vanilla bean ice cream
long for more
August
I miss you
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Thanks to Andy, I’m adding a link to Daily Post — Happy Place. Serendipity is sweet as berries. I’m also adding a link to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by the lovely and talented Amy Ludwig VanDerwater at the Poem Farm.
79 thoughts on “Raspberry August”
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Friendly Fairy Tales 
Mouth watering.
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Thanks!
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Indeed, brilliant! where did you pick them? in your garden?
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A farm stand had them. We were there at just the right moment. Kismet. 🙂
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Mmm! Now I want raspberries *q*
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I just bought some this morning. Won’t be as sweet, but that won’t stop my daughter.
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So raspberries are sour and sweet like strawberries?
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They do taste pretty similar, but they have larger seeds. And they get overripe much quicker.
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I miss August, too – and my raspberries! I feel like I’m there with you.
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They are hidden treasures under the leaves, deep in our memories. I’m glad you found treasure there, too. Congrats on all your recent success.
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You can have August! I don’t miss it one bit! Maybe the fresh berries, but not the oppressive heat and humidity. Bring on the frost! Bring on the snow! My wool sweaters and down coats are ready to go!
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I’m not! I’m having trouble getting sweaters on and off still. Another month of sunshine and moderation would be awesome!
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“Lemony scent of crushed clover” – such a fine fragrance. Yes, we all miss August, and will all the more as winter locks in. Love your sensual fall poem!
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Thanks, Violet. Next we’ll be picking pumpkins. 🙂
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Lovely photos and delicious poem! I have picked lots of fruit, but never raspberries. Sounds like I should next year.
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They are so good!
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October has been beautiful here in the Midwest, but I do love summer the best. I miss August, too.
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I would trade October for August any day, despite having had a beautiful October here, too. I’ve been inside too much. Somehow I manage to be outside a lot in August, and I miss that, too.
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I think I love the picking most of all, & the fun of taking my granddaughters who are in love with the finding! You’ve written it well, missing August!
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Thanks, Linda. It was a revelation. I had never picked my own, and I was missing out. My kids told me it was their favorite part of summer. XOXO
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I love raspberries and your photos are gorgeous! The poem is so evocative — love the ice cream part especially :).
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They were so good! A fairy tale food. 🙂
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Oh, I am so there. Thank you for the memory. First summer that I did not make jam, yet today, reading this poem…I kind of feel like I did. Thank you! Happy Poetry Friday, and may October delight you with its own bounties! xo
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Thanks, Amy. October has been a warm beautiful month, with nearly the sunshine of August. Hard to believe we’ve so near November. Happy Poetry Friday to you! XOXO
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Ok…now I’m hungry!
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We had more raspberries today. Just had to, but they weren’t the same.
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Missing August too!
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Sounds like you had a good August! Love your raspberries, mouthwatering! 🙂
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You know, I did have a good August! I hope you did, too.
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That poem brings it all back!
By the way, try them with meringue – break it up into berry sized pieces – the sweet and the tart is perfect.
Not saying ice cream isn’t good too, though.
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Not a meringue lover, here. If I didn’t have ice cream, it would have been chocolate sauce probably. 🙂 Everyone to their poison.
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Raspberries.. that is so much summer.. now we have to do with leaves.
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My neighbor’s apple tree is sagging under the apples, but the berries are long gone.
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Hello, Brenda! I love this title, these words and these pictures so much! Brilliant! Thank you so much for visiting and following. I really appreciate it! Have a nice Sunday!
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Thanks, Sandra! You have a nice Sunday, too!
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I can almost taste those raspberries. Your poetry is lovely, I really enjoyed reading it.
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Thanks for visiting and scattering flower petals. Always a pleasure to meet another poetry lover. XOXO
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From your garden? They look wonderful, Brenda 🙂 The hedgerows around here are full of brambles at the minute.
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A farm stand in Upstate New York. Would love to have those in the backyard, though.
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Extraordinary in the exquisitive-ness in the post, Brenda. It made my mouth salivate, my nose wish to smell both the fruity scent but the earthy fields of other plant life surrounding often those hidden raspberry treasures. Have two special places I go. . . Oh, I do miss August and the raspberries and cream delight!
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Robin, Thanks for your wonderful comment. Maybe someday I’ll see you at a farm stand. XOXO
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If I were in your neck of the woods, I would not rely on a possible meeting, I would request you to choose somewhere to purposely 🙂 meet, Brenda. Beth is only a state away and Colleen in central Ohio. Wish you were closer. . .
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I would love to meet up one day. 🙂 I would love to meet Beth, too. Who is Colleen?
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I do too! I’m a summergirl! Beautiful poem.
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Summer is always too short. 🙂
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ooh, i miss it too –
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Finally went apple picking after raspberry picking was such a success. The kids loved it. Kids are so wide open to joy. I love that.
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That is wonderful –
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Reblogged this on Lost Dudeist Astrology and commented:
Beautiful! Elegant! Thanks!
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Thanks for reblogging. XOXO
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Love your post. My mom use to call raspberries a gift from god.
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They were so sweet and delicious. A gift from god is a great way to describe them, fresh from the vine and tender. Ahhh.
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That’s so sweet. I became allergic to berries in 2011 – strawberries, raspberries and blueberries. I used to get rashes on the back and palms of my hands and they would itch. This year, at the Devon County Show, I risked some strawberries – thinking the rash would appear only on my hands, if I got a rash. The next day I went to work, all was fine. The night came and my lip swelled up like the Nutty Professor, it was horrid. Thank the lord my lip had almost gone back to normal by the morning when I woke up for work.
I am nominating you for the Three Day Quote challenge.
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Thanks for the nomination. I participated in that already, and probably can’t get organized for another round right now — shoulder pain still too intense. I put up three Shakespeare quotes from Midsummer Night’s Dream. It was fun. Sorry to hear about the rash/allergy. That sounds no fun.
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Hi Brenda, so sorry to hear about your pain. I am having trouble with getting around blogs with my limited time, it’s so lovely to still have your continued support, I really appreciate it. It’s hard to have time to blog. My 3rd day of Quote challenge was about 3 days ago, but I have had so much work to do and not been too well, that I had to get more sleep. I have been worked on more amendments for the printed version of my Break Through a The Barriers Of Redundancy book, again. This is the third month of amendments now and I have manuscripts adorning my flat. I had uploaded it, but CreateSpace said it had come out bigger than their template, even though that’s what I used, and I had to start over.
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Sounds frustrating. Exciting to be so close to publishing, though, surely.
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Hi Brenda, it’s very frustrating, because although I am already published in Kindle, I have to update that book already. There is no longer a DEA – Disability Employment Advisor. Also, Doug Richard is an entrepreneur that I mention in my book, and I want to remove him because of the allegations currently against him. The problem is, the original manuscript for my Kindle, decided to make almost every hyperlink colour, black and so I have to restart that over again and it took me ages to find the correct version. I need to work on the Kindle version and the printed version simultaneously, to make sure they are both in harmony with each other with any other changes. I also have all of my other work to do, plus new stuff, and an article I have to write about my book for a local glossy magazine.
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It’s a bit overwhelming when you list it, isn’t it? 🙂 Good luck!
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Yep. I work from lists, but try not to think about it at the same time, or else it becomes overwhelming. It is Snow’s birthday today, not much work done, just a video of the event for my http://www.youtube.com/quirkybooksTV channel. Busy piggy partying.
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HB Snow!
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Thanks Brenda xx
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Best time of year for free food 🙂
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Yes, I adore eating in August. 🙂
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Those berries look fantastic! I love them!
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They were so good. Ahh. Remembering is almost as good as eating them was. 🙂
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“ruby juice on fingertips
eaten on vanilla bean ice cream …”
You are sooo bad! Purposely making us all slobber all over the place. hehe …
Love this. Beautiful poem.
I wish you a lovely, lovely weekend!
Take care! 🙂
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They were so good. Have a lovely weekend, yourself, Sherrie. XOXO
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😀
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I’ve only picked raspberries a couple times in my life. They won’t grow at The Holler. Oh the image on them on ice cream is tantalizing.
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If you ever have the chance, it’s so worth it. We had only planned on getting corn, but my daughter adores raspberries, so when they offered, we agreed. And it was worth it!
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It’ll be back before you know it, Yummy approach to the prompt 🙂
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Thanks! What prompt? Did I inadvertently match a meme?
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The daily post one ya 🙂
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I added a link, thanks! What fun to line up with a DP.
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Perfect 🙂 🙂
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I’ve been visiting lots of the other photographers. What a talented crowd!
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Delicious.. both in word and taste 🙂 Enjoy your weekend 🙂 Love and Hugs
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They melted in the mouth. Best raspberries I ever had. What a revelation. Ironically, I don’t usually like raspberries that much. But these. Ah. It was one of the favorite memories for my kids, too. Nature rocks. Take care, Sue!
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Brilliant.. 🙂 they looked wonderful 🙂 Enjoy the rest of your weekend x
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