As per tradition, my dad and i started another wood-working project this past weekend. Here is the beginning of our mini library for the front garden.
Does the berry season begin with wild strawberries or mulberries or service berries? The boys have been hunting for ripe berries along boulevards and parking lots. The older two know what to look for. They’ll pick what they can reach and then climb for the higher ones. Or, like they did on our street, use the plastic slide from our backyard to climb higher and move from tree to tree.
What’s more, the patches of wild strawberries in the yard are widening and there’s more to find.
I’m reminded of another boy hunched down in a berry patch five years ago.
And three years ago.
It’s spring. We’re celebrating with bare toes and citrus cake in the backyard.
I’ve finally replaced the tattered clothespin holder. Easiest project ever: just shrink a sweater, sew the bottom closed and cut a slit across the middle.