Red, ripe, juicy, sweet, seedless. What more can I say. Watermelon at Bistro Ranft was to die for.
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4 comments:
That is one beautiful watermelon!!! I can smell it from here. I could live off watermelon and tomatoes in the summer! Your Hydrangeas are gorgeous and I love the pic of Buddy cat. We're looking forward to the 4th at your place :) How is the path going? I meant to ask you today at church.
Good lookin' watermelon for sure! NIce relaxing day at Casa Ranft! (Neil & his triangles! Sounds like something Don would say!)
Yummy watermelon! Perfect summer fruit! Love your pics... Buddy is the best!
The stone pathway is all laid out. Neil just has to fill it in with something--he hasn't decided yet. :)
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