Mark Twain said it or not: The coldest winter I ever spent was
a summer in San Francisco.
fog rolls around 3, stays the night and burns off around noon.
It’s not just cold, it’s wet and grey.
Summer in San Francisco is grey grey grey.
missing is a little bit of color,
don’t you think?
your eyes. Pretend you’re in the south of France. Or maybe
just a leafy suburb outside Paris.
Your backyard includes a lily pond and a Japanese bridge. Your
name is Henri. You like bold colors.
purple raspberry. A little bit of magenta
just this side of red.
Stave off the summer-in-San-Francisco-doldrums. Set the fantasy
off with a raspberry jam so richly
colored that even Mr. Matisse wants a jar.
cmbsweets’ own raspberry jam.
It’s whole northern California raspberries
preserved in all their coastal foggy goodness, without a single
trace of grey. Tart and sweet and
Don’t get stuck in the grey
and fog. Grab a jar of raspberry jam.
It’s sweeter on your wallet than a week’s vacation.
And a whole lot tastier.
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