redbird | Black raspberries (Reply)

cattitude and I went up into the hills looking for black raspberries--and general enjoyment of a nice summer day--this morning. We found them. I gave him the first, which is evidence of how much I love him and how much he likes blackcaps (but I'm not 100% sure I'd have done so had I not already spotted the second). We eventually found lots of berries, at the cost of thorns in my jeans and scratches on my forearms. I realized, full of berries, that we do this just about every year: start out carefully counting and giving each other one or two from a batch, and eventually finding as many as we can eat, plus a few to give to the random person who walks along and asks "are those edible?"

I'm encouraging him to go back into the hills in a few days--they ripen quickly.

I had thought, early this morning, that I needed to rest today; there was some of that, and I hope I didn't push myself too much, but I also needed some time away from crowds and specific obligations and chatting with people. So, no Salon, and no Pride March, despite the temptation to rendezvous with

eleanor: last year, even watching left me tired by late afternoon.

N.B.: When my arms itch in the next few days, it won't be because of Julian, it will be from healing scratches.