Claire and I went blackberry picking this morning. She asked if I wanted to go, and yes, I wanted to go. I was unsure how far away the blackberries were: they were not far.
Drive to the beach, walk about a hundred meters, pick blackberries.
Picking wasn't difficult, they were plentiful.
And ripe, falling off into our hands.
Claire asked what my plans were for the blackberries. My plan is to overnight them to Mom tomorrow morning. We'll see how they look in the morning. If they will survive the shipping, I'll mail them. If not, I'll freeze them and maybe make a blackberry ice cream or blackberry syrup soon.