Berried Alive

We spent the afternoon on Sauvie Island picking berries at Kruger’s Farm. It was clear and warm, but not too hot: a perfect day for picking berries. And, a good day for a wedding as well which was set to begin soon after we were leaving. My brother and his wife were married there (three years ago? I think?) so it brought back lots of memories to see people setting up beneath the giant oak tree. That was a beautiful day as well, weather even better than today in fact.
Today the boys and Ida picked berries for about an hour–boysenberries, marionberries, blueberries, and raspberries*–before they said they were too hot. Melissa pointed out again that it is painfully obvious these kids were born in the Northwest. They start to melt if it gets above eighty degrees. They did fairly well though, enough so that they got to stuff their faces with ice cream, in addition to the many berries.
*If you–like myself–are unsure of the difference between boysenberries, marionberries, and blackberries you can read [here](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubus). They are all part of the genus Rubus! Who knew? The information might also serve you well in deciphering the lyrics and imagery of various “[freak folk](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freak_folk)” artists.