Blood, sweat and tarts

Today, the fourth of July, can mean only one thing: wild raspberry picking. Eden and I spent three hours in Walnut Springs Park picking delicious black raspberries. The wet spring weather has led to an excellent berry season and today's weather was perfect for picking: cool and overcast. So while the rest of America scarfed beer and hot dogs, we were neck-deep in thorns and brush. By the end of the day, we had collected two liters of berries and turned one of them into a delicious pie. We plan to go back in the next two weeks as the rest of the berries ripen and our arms heal.