so we picked some blackberries from our dear friend cecelia's landlord's back yard.

the thickets are so overgrown that aaron brought his DR mower, and whacked the crap outta them blackberry canes to make us paths, which saved us many-a thorn-scratch, and let us access the sweet, ripe, high standing fruit. thanks, honey.

pink fingers and many somersaults later, we have plenty of fruit for jam, which thrills me deep.




a good day.