Berries berries berries! About the only berries I see here are the wild mustang grapes. I miss the blueberries and huckleberries and strawberries (and wild thimbleberries and salmonberries) of my childhood. And those wild long rare blackberries, not the Himalaya, but the succulent super sweet super tasty forest floor ones that grownups will club each other over the head for . . .

I have to work this week. But I'll be doing donation runs when I head to the office, and I'm going to take old fence boards out to the curb for the trash this week (next pickup, Thursday). Our bulky waste pickup is in June, so until then I have to blend my bulk in with the regular stuff. It will be nice to get that pile of fence panels out of the back yard. Yes, the dogs do run around and over it with charming grace and speed, and they're funny when they're playing two-dog tag, but I'm afraid they'll hit nails and hurt themselves. It's time for that to go.

SRS