the start of summer berries

we’ve been out strawberry picking twice and my hips and i are ready for raspberry and blueberry season where you can pick standing up.

the first time we went picking, we went with friends on a sunny saturday (on solstice) and everyone in seattle apparently had the same idea that it was a nice day to pick berries. the second time, it was a rainy weekday, just me and josephine (and the bump), and it was the last day our favorite organic farm was open. there were only a handful of people in the field and the berries were like red jewels.

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3 Responses to “the start of summer berries”

  • Carrie Says:

    I’m having a “darn it, i live too far away” moment.

  • oma Says:

    i have those about you a lot, dearie.

  • Larry Says:

    What’s in a name? A rose by any other name still smells as sweet–or so it was writ. Else Susan–that has a nice ring to it. And if you moved back to God’s country the Scandinavian pronunciation would ring true. Susan Kay is taken with the thought. And if I may recommend a book that will take your mind off your current situation, read The Son by Joe Nesbo–Norwegian fiction of the highest order. Hope all is well in the back yard. Love from these old folks on the farm. P.S. We do have strawberries in Minnesota.