Yesterday I woke up and had a panic attack that it was July 15th and I still hadn't gone berry picking. I mean why even live in Oregon if you're not going to take advantage of fruit coveted around the world. I quickly decided that it would be easiest to only have to bribe one of my three two children to go with me, and so I offered Ava a dollar and we hopped in the car. Berry picking makes me very, very happy and extremely greedy. I don't know if it's the garden of eden gloriousness or the $2/lb price tag, but I can never stop myself. I mean how much fruit does one person need? There are only so many bowls of cherry pie and raspberry crisp that you can put into your body before you have to buy a new wardrobe. I did try to show some restraint and cut off our fruit bounty at 6 pounds. It was a lovely day and Ava was a trooper. Although I must say that instead of weighing our buckets before and after picking, they should have just weighed her.
I am filled with unspeakable jealousy.
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