2 January 2017
I went mulberry picking at my friend Kerrie’s house with My Girl and her Boy. Yes I have splatters around my mouth!
Winding up Day 2 of 2017 with a win. I ran 5.7km this morning, disrobed the Christmas tree (a marathon job), vacuumed up all the needles and debris, and went mulberry picking. Weight training is on my Monday program but the tree job replaced it. Luckily The Husb helped with dinner because I am exhausted! I have 12,000 FitBit steps at 8.00pm - that’s it - blobbing on the couch now in front of The Americans - a really good TV series about Russian spies.
It’s summer, so please imagine Mink and Clear in the following situations with me:
Mink and Clear picking mulberries.
Clear with purple-stained hands and mouth from picking and eating mulberries.
Mink with purple stains on his hands, but not his mouth, because he’s actually filling up his bag.
Two fresh pies cooling on the windowsill in the late afternoon. Mink sitting in the shade with his shirt off, because the oven made the cabin really hot.
Mink making sure to call Clear outside as the sun is setting to get a good look at the fireflies. There are thousands of them, twinkling in the grass and in the trees, and Clear thinks it’s absolutely magical.
“When I was young, my sister and I would catch fireflies and make wishes on them before letting them go.” “Does that work?” “Probably not, but it was fun.”
Clear catching a firefly and making a wish before letting it go.
“What did you wish for?” “To pick mulberries and make pie and watch the fireflies with you again. I think that one will come true.”