Mama and the pink pearls

I had a visit from my mother this weekend. It was perfect. We went for a walk and then spent most of the day in bed reading: I read my text books and Mama read for fun. We snoozed when we got tired and ate chevre, heirloom tomatoes and crackers when we were hungry.

We also were tempted into buying apples named Pink Pearl.

They didn't look particularly pink, though.

A reminder that looks can be deceptive.