this was the first year i attempted our raspberry hunt without bryan (bonus: all four kids in tow). as a result, we took about twice as much time to pick about half as many berries, but we were plum out of jam this year, and raspberry jam is basically its own food group at the wheelers, so a mama's gotta do what a mama's gotta do!
what i want to remember most about this excursion is how dallin screamed and whacked me nearly the entire time because he hates raspberries.
(the real cruelty being that he absolutely *does not* hate raspberries. toddlers, amiright?)
so i plopped him down in the dirt, dug out my phone, turned on ye ol' youtube, and we serenaded the whole working field with an interesting mix of current alt rock faves and beach boys classics (a blessed relief from the aforementioned screaming and whacking).
til next year!
dallin, pictured lower right, not hating raspberries.
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