Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Berry picking

      I love randomly stumbling into things. It makes me feel adventuresome like when I discover a wild raspberry patch at the furthest edge of my property and I brave the prickers from other assorted bushes to reach for plump fruit. First, I have to return home for a bucket. I talk loudly and made all sorts of noise just in case a black bear and her cubs are also out getting berries. Company to share the fruits of Mother Nature’s bounty isn’t welcome.