When I see a good berry patch, I drop my main bags and the girls' water bowl, and establish a base of operations there. All I carry with me are my one (quart) bucket (washed-out yogurt container) and my bear spray. The girls follow me around, interrupting their naps to get up, move five feet, and flop down again in order to stay close to me.
Here is one of the denser shrubs.
M's dog, Nia, is a bit like Starbuck--she loves to cuddle and be petted, and she loves to roll around in the tundra:
M had just returned from a work trip, so Nia was very happy to snuggle with her mama:
What a sweetie:
Rrrrroooo?
Elderly dog selfie!
Is this what blueberry flowers look like if they never get pollinated?
When I got home, I decided that rather than throw all of the berries directly into the freezer, I'd retain one fresh quart, to put into yogurt and stuff. I also made a crumble with rhubarb:
How cute is Linden?
Three couch creatures:
The goobers accepting pettinks:
1 comment:
Berries are good, but leave some for the bear.
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