About this time every year . . .

I have scratches on my hands from the thorny bushes.

My nails turn pink from the berrries and all the jam I make.

And I feel so grateful to live in a place where the raspberries are plentiful!

Because I found a team picker (and David chaser) in Capri, we were able to get enough raspberries for six quarts of jam!

I love this picture of our boy--laying in the field where we picked our berries.