O and I visited Grisamore Farms, our favorite spot for berry picking. It's ideally situated in that between-the-lakes rolling pasture, the owners kindly mark off areas of poison ivy, and the berries are terrific. We went early, but there were many people there already. Still, the picking was good, and I zoned into that happy state where you eavesdrop on bits of conversation as the flies buzz lazily around and the sun bakes your shoulders while you strip the shiny berries into the bucket with a satisfying -plop-.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bounty
O and I visited Grisamore Farms, our favorite spot for berry picking. It's ideally situated in that between-the-lakes rolling pasture, the owners kindly mark off areas of poison ivy, and the berries are terrific. We went early, but there were many people there already. Still, the picking was good, and I zoned into that happy state where you eavesdrop on bits of conversation as the flies buzz lazily around and the sun bakes your shoulders while you strip the shiny berries into the bucket with a satisfying -plop-.
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