It's berry picking time up in my neck of the woods. With all the rain and the heat, the berry brambles have shifted into hyperdrive this year.
Bumper crop is the phrase that comes to mind.
This morning I grabbed my bucket and headed out while the dew was still on the leaves.
I worked my way around the edge of a hedgerow, then went over to the old well-drilling rig that is now a combination yard-art/berry trellis, and picked there as well.
There were other spots I could have moved on to at that point, but my bucket was full
my fingers were stained
and my arms were getting sore. (As this picture I took later shows. Ouch!)
I've got enough berries for a good sized batch of jelly, and if I can get rid of some seeds, I might make some turnovers. And there's plenty of berries still out there if I want to go get more.
Speaking of yard art, or rather farm art, this is my most favorite of all of Dad's tractors.
It's the Minimalist Tractor.
He just got the engine put back on it, and is charging up the battery. There are plenty more years of faithful service here!