|Rich folk fruit|
BUT we have neighbors who happen to own a piece of undeveloped land that is covered in raspberry bushes. COVERED. So today, Rachel and Susie and I decided to accompany our neighbor on the one-hour trip west to pick raspberries. Because you can't beat free, right?
I think he means I'm not the outdoorsy type. Or maybe he didn't like the jeans-tucked-into-the-socks look. I don't know.
It turned out that, due to the surfeit of rain we've had lately, the road (if you can use that term to describe 2 mud ruts with a bank of grass between them) leading up to the raspberry groves was well nigh impassable - and believe me, we tried, with my neighbor pushing the minivan from behind while the girls cowered in the back seat and I steered and prayed that I wouldn't kill anyone. We ended up having to hike over 1/4 mile up the hill, in the mud, stinking of DEET and dying of the heat in our bug-proof regalia.
No, I don't know how I got the girls to do this, either. Maybe they really like raspberries. Maybe they were just in shock. Or maybe they thought we had been taken hostage by our formerly friendly neighbor and there was no way out.
|So many of these...SO MANY|
"You know what these are?" Rachel said, suddenly coming to life and waving a snack-sized bag of Veggie Straws in my face. "These are CIVILIZATION."
That's my girl, all right...
[Raspberry image: Wikipedia]