The local Black Locust (robinia pseudoacacia) trees are blooming and when I walk near one of these trees, the perfume in the air is very strong.... sort of jasmine and vanilla and honey mixture, lovely. Bees love these blossoms, and honey from black locusts has a distinctive flavour. The flowers don't last long, but they are edible, and the trusty internet is full of forager recipes for salads and stir-fries and cookies and muffins. I haven' tried cooking the flowers, but I admit to chomping on a few when I thought nobody was looking. Mmmm nice and sweet!
Random ramblings from the cluttered brain of a Brit ex-pat North Devonian trying to keep cool in the steamy summers and warm in the frosty winters of The Great White North.
Tuesday, 17 June 2025
Thursday, 12 June 2025
Homeward Bound
Driving home from the Blue Jays baseball game.
Oldest grandson Callum has passed his driving test so he was behind the wheel, with his dad riding shotgun. A new experience to drive in Toronto traffic at night. I was in the back seat, keeping an eye on things. Always good policy to have a competent back seat driver!
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