June, 2009, my back patio. Fresh fruit, the perfect taste of summer.
It was almost too pretty to eat…a l m o s t ;).
Oh, and why the heck would I add the word "skulduggery" to this post title? Because my friend who brought us the fruit used it correctly in a sentence, as in, "Dawn was the Queen of Skulduggery when she brought fruit to accompany dinner; she knew Robin's sad, tired, pitiful little pie was destined for disaster, and this was her subtle way of coercing Robin into eating healthier, because everyone knows fruit makes a delicious dessert since it is nature's candy after all."
Except I think Dawn's sentence was shorter, not a run-on, and actually made sense.
(Almost) Wordless Wednesday