Thursday, May 26, 2011
As far as my mother knows, this rosebush has been growing at her place ever since the property was a stagecoach hotel, saloon, and dance hall site back in the 1800s. Some years the leaves and flowers are more robust than others, but it persists through thick and thin.
Salmonberries are already ripening, near the edge of the forest. Yes, I ate the best one before I thought to take a picture. Sweet and golden.