Our fuschia fingers

About a week or so ago, I had the privilege of going berry-picking. Now, you must understand that by berry-picking, I do not mean going onto a berry farm, and being handed a bucket.
Heather called me up, and amidst the casual conversation, she dropped the fact that along the railroad tracks, the berries were quite ripe. Growing quite excited, I insisted that she come over at once. We grabbed a bucket, and set off.
I could honestly say it was the best fun I've had in a while! We were there, jovially picking the rosy berries that appeared before us! Oh, and in the amounts they did! The bottom of our bucket was completely coated with berries. We cared not about being torn up by the thorns of the plants, because It was all for the good of the harvest. (Although we did occasionally apply the principle "One for me, one for the bucket.") In our doing this, we realized we had our own berry-picking traits. I was bendy to get the berries in all the weird places, and Heather was balanced to get the berries in the way back of the bushes. Perhaps this is also to say something of our personalities?
Once we had found all the berries we had decided we were going to find, we walked along the tracks for a spell, until we made our way to my little secret haven, which is to say, here:
And when we were there, we sat and ate our berries, toasting to their delicious rosiness. (A toast being a joking bump of berries together.) And we realized that there was a lucky fisherman nearby who had just caught something. Upon further inspection, we realized he was an unlucky fisherman who had just caught a bullhead, and was now toiling about how to get it off of his line without being stung.
Afterwards, we made our way back to my house, where we had decided upon making a berries and cream pie.
This is a snapshot of our harvest. In it are blackberries, raspberries, and gooseberries!

And these are our hands after cleaning our harvest. I think they're a beautiful shade of pink. Left is Heather, right is me. I like wearing lots of rings.

And, for the information for those of you who did not get to enjoy a slice, the pie was delicious.

Biking through wonderland

When I say the city beholds many mysteries, I surely am not mistaken. I went for a bike ride yesterday through Crosby Park (I believe it is called) and it was surely a marvel. You're on a bike path that rides parallel to the highway, and then there is a bike path that goes down into Crosby park. What is wondrous about it, is that the moment you go down the bike path, and get to the bottom, you are engulfed by a healthy forest, and to your right there is a marvelous, swampy lake. What's more is that you really and truly cannot see any of it from the road. When I went down this path it was entirely a surprise. Because I do happen to love taking pictures, I did!

This is when you first come in to the bike path. It's very lush, and the trees have grown just so to create a canopy. It's very cool and shady. Off to the right is a large swampy pond.


When you get further into the forest, it's nice, because you just have on either side of you a foot of small green plants, and then large bushes. It looks really spiffy.


the fun part about Crosby park is that there are so many different paths you can take, where the scenery is a deep contrast to another path you might have taken. Here, you exit the woods and ride your bike onto a boardwalk. Those plants may look short in the picture, but they are, in reality, almost over, if not over your head.

Once you get near the end of the boardwalk, there is a little dock that takes you over this little pond here, and I believe it connect to the other one I talked about before.

Just another shot of the pond. It was cool, because you could see schools of little fishies swimming around!

Going further yet into the woods, and you can stop on the path, and there will be little trails taking you onto beaches. This is the Mississippi river! The water was nice and warm, actually, but swimming in it would have been ew. You can see a bridge in this shot.

This is another picture of the Mississippi river.

One more picture of the Mississippi.

This is the last picture of the river, and the last picture. It was just my sister trying to skip a rock. She didn't.

Well, thanks very much all for reading, see you again some time soon!