THAT was a good one. It didn't even make it into the bucket.
Snapped this photo and then proceeded to eat all the berries you can see here. ALL of them. Every last one. Not kidding in the least. And then struck back out to refill the cache.
I'm a berry-picking whore.
What is it about summer that is worth the sacrifice for you?
Is it the threat of sunburn to hike one more hour? The peril of a pedicure chipped and worn from dipping toes in the ocean? The danger of never returning to the inside world or the hazard of running willy nilly all the way down to Costa Rica to live in sarongs and straw hats till your dying breath?
What IS your favorite thing about these golden dog days?
6 comments:
Oh <3, I LOVE blackberry picking. Or rather, I love eating the blackberry's I've just picked, fresh from the bush, still slightly warm from the afternoon sun :)
Elly. This is important. I have COBBLER and sweet, all natural vanilla ice cream. And it's not going to last long. Hurry over before BC has another slice!
Venturing into the tomato thicket to emerge with a handful of peppers and fruits, then going inside to throw them on pizza dough and drown them in olive oil.
Also: The summer cold bath.
Ha ha, a berry picking whore??? I was called that a long while ago and almost got a job at a berry picking farm but I never looked that sexy : )
What is it about summer...the berries, all of them, a dip in some body of water, yes, the sunburn, now it won't matter because the sun is much kinder, and much more...actually agreeing to laying out in the sun without constantly wanting to get up and do something, and so much more....
Thanks for the lovely reminder...xoxo
Lizzy - I think if I was Eve in the garden, I would have used tomato leaves to cover up. They just smell that amazing.
MLJ - you sound like you've got the taste, the fever, the need to be OUT. Weekend plans mayhaps?
gorgeous.
Outdoor Dinners, cafe dwelling with a crossword puzzle and cold beers.
and yes...above all-
'The danger of never returning to the inside world or the hazard of running willy nilly all the way down to Costa Rica to live in sarongs and straw hats till your dying breath?'
sounds about right! ;)
xo,
-lulu
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