Warm Berry Days

We went berry picking.  My shoulders are now as red as our berries.

Some of us ate more than we picked.  Others enjoyed catching toads more than hunting for strawberries.

One of us stained his outfit so badly that it will most likely end up in the rag pile...red!

The pile of hulls was greenly gratifying as a result of using my new pinchy tool.  Very little berry lost to the knife!  It's true what my Dad always says, "Use the right tool for the job".

Now for some jam.  This is one recipe that never disappoints.

photographias

Lots of black and whites, and the best avocado I've had in a very long time.

Seamus and his companion.

Luke is playing a song he wrote about bugs, inspired by the bug stickers he found in the piano bench.