I picked five ripe wild raspberries. It won't be long now and I'll have to don my berry picking gear, spray down with mosquito dope and sally forth in search of the perfect berries for my famous wild raspberry jam. Maybe a week...maybe two. In the meantime, I was able to find a few really nice spiny gooseberries. I decide what to do with them when I get back from town. Jelly? Meringue Pie? I'll think about it.

Murphyism of the Day

If it's a bright sunshiny day, you have to spend the majority of it inside doing something that you'd rather not do.