The day before I picked two and a half large coffee cans of blueberries. (I didn't actually measure them in real increments.) They're transforming into pies, muffins, jam. And being stuffed into the freezer for winter pick-me-ups. Let's face it, store-bought, off-season (overpriced) berries mostly taste like tiny bits of cardboard.
It's really hard to not make this into a temporary berry blog. (Jessica understands.)
There's just nothing quite like the satisfaction of sitting in the grass, listening to your boys playing in the sun, gathering the sweetest crop of the whole year.
Burgess shares life ideas with me. He says that lying in the shade, in the scent of warm thimbleberries does wonders for releasing tension.
He must be right. Does he look stressed to you?
If you have an 'I love to be outside' post, leave a comment and I'll link to you.
Anne has a thing for hydrangeas.
If you don't, maybe you should next week....?