Fibonacci broccoflower, wild berries, and pie

Here's a strange one from Farmer Dave's garden (above).

We decided to call it a

Fibonacci broccoflower,

and we stand before it in awe. I don't know if we'll eat it or just worship it.

And this shows what happens in the Pacific Northwest

if you don't keep on top of those

wild blackberry vines.

They reach up and out from the woods and cover everything in their path. But we tolerate them to some extent because they do give us sweet wild berries every fall, like this cluster outside our back door.

Mmmmm ...
Blackberry muffins,

Blackberry jam,

Blackberries on pancakes ...

... and a blackberry-apple-rhubarb pie

that our neighbor Rosemary baked for Julia's birthday last week! Notice how she clipped roses from her garden that exactly match the colors of the roses on her china. It was a feast of fruit, flowers and friendship.

Have a colorful day!