similar to the one i have everytime i go to swann's pantry. (though i still love to shop their bargain grocery isiles). i staunchly remember my high school years as an box cutter weilding employee with an eye for well packed grocery bags, and hours of bulk item duty.
ok, that was a long flashback, and it's not even the one i was originally reffering to:) forgive me.
the boys and i spent the morning berry picking with my mom in backwoodsy henricksville.
it all came back to me.
stephen and i spent many a childhood hour with a basket in hand
skipping along (ok, maybe running, not skipping)
plucking berried delights from amongst the viney pricker shrubs.
the crisp scent of fresh pine and wood chips somehow waft in, as we sported our home-made moccasins (acctually true) and echoed our laughter through the then undeveloped surrounding farmland.
fastforward 20 some years (scary to think it was that long ago!)
the boys and i pile in my mom's 2006 polaris ranger (kindof like a big tractor, but cooler) with my mom at the wheel. there are even seat belts, a radio, and a cosy cupholder!
(a little more stylish then the days of moccasins and basket wielding, i must say.)
as we perused the yardage, going here and there, through the tall grass in the field, or around back for a view of the fire pit, we found ourselves along that very patch of backyard vines.
the berry season wasn't quite as ripe and charming as i remembered (perhaps we missed prime berry season), but with a little effort and a few pricker stabs on my arms to prove it, the boys were inhaling red berries like candy.
we ate our way along the woods until i was sure we would resound the "berry flush" if we didn't put our berry picking on hold :)
it was day to remember.
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