Post in which I admit that I'm a complete slacker.
Every year we have this tradition. We gather up my parents, many buckets and pails, and go blackberry picking. And every year I pack my camera and do nothing. Because I'm a total slacker when it comes to digging my hands into a bunch of prickly bushes, grasping at squisy, staining berries, and trying to avoid spiders. So I walk around in my non-berry picking clothes, photographing leaves. That is my given job and I'm very good at it. Today I contributed a few berries. Very out of character for me. I was feeling generous.
In fact, I took a photograph of the amount of berries I chose to contribute to this venture. I'm quite proud. You know... since ordinarily I do nothing.
(Nobody complains though because once we come home, our trunk laden with juicy, hard-earned boxes brimming with berries, I have to get to work.)
This man though... he's a berry picking machine. I'm pretty sure he is solely motivated by his stomach.
Once home, I begin washing, cleaning, picking through.... freezing, jam making, canning, and cobbler creating among other things. I set bags aside in the freezer for late September days when my man is craving bumble berry pie. And nobody helps me. But that's okay... because I really enjoy being a slacker.
My Mama wore her cute straw hat to pick. I love that.
These are my sweet parents.
And just because I can... Daisy. Oh the sweetness of puppies.