10 friends.  5 hours.  laughter.  sweating.  a few select bushes left with fruit.  [fresh picking for another week.]  freezer’s chock-full.  everyone leaving with bags upon bags.  yesterday.  season’s end.

raids on the delicious


We were expecting only a couple of vehicles.  By ten a dozen parked along a fence line.  Big grins.  Purple hands.  A smiling boy who sat on my lap and drove the tractor while we mowed the pond and his mother picked.  And a stunningly refreshing morning…