It’s a hot sticky morning in July and I wake up to the bright sun at 6:30am. Why am I up this early? Oh yes, it’s berry picking season.
Yesterday I spent 2 hours in the scorching sun only to pick one pail of Saskatoon berries. Today I’ll be picking raspberries at my Mother-in-law’s acreage. Two hours later I emerge hot, sticky, dirty, and profoundly happy from the raspberry patch.