Apparently Yokohama has change a lot since I lived there (2001-2002). They just found a monkey in the street (the article is in Japanese, but there is a picture).
On an unrelated note, last week I interpreted at an origami class at my apartment building. Here are some pictures.
...UPDATE: the monkey article indicates that it could actually be a lemur.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Butchart Gardens & the rest of Victoria
On Saturday we went to the gardens. They are about 40 minutes outside of Victoria by city bus. Although Dr. P was concerned that everything would have been killed off by the cold nights, the flowers were still blooming apace, with only a small trace of fall color. Apparently, the garden is actually quite nice year-round. And in December they even have an outdoor skating pond! There are several different gardens. Our favorite was the sunken garden, terraced inside an old limestone quarry.
And then we rode the boat back. And I didn't even get sick.
Then there was the dahlia garden – with every possible variety of dahlia under the sun.
Also, totem poles.
We had a lovely sunset walk around
On Sunday we went to the Royal BC Museum. The museum was really neat, with lots of exhibits about the environment and the First Nations Peoples.
Also, in Canada they have funny bike racks.
And then we rode the boat back. And I didn't even get sick.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Victor, Victoria!
Our first day in Victoria went well. Namely because I didn’t get sick on the boat. But everything that happened after that was nice, too. It’s also a very beautiful day here, after a rainy few days in Seattle.
We’ve walked around the town a lot. It’s a bit dangerous, since there are bears everywhere (this is Canada, after all).
The flowers are everywhere and still in bloom.
There are also neat old buildings everywhere. Because this is a tourist town, there are also lots of shops selling Canadiana (is that the counterpart to Americana?). On that note, if these are Canadian mounties, I think we might need to pay more attention to border security on the northern border. Just a thought.
Tea is also big here. We had a very nice afternoon tea at the Empress Hotel. We drank the special “Afternoon Empress Tea Blend” and ate our little treats as we looked out at the beautiful harbor.
Tomorrow we are going to Butchart gardens.
We’ve walked around the town a lot. It’s a bit dangerous, since there are bears everywhere (this is Canada, after all).
The flowers are everywhere and still in bloom.
There are also neat old buildings everywhere. Because this is a tourist town, there are also lots of shops selling Canadiana (is that the counterpart to Americana?). On that note, if these are Canadian mounties, I think we might need to pay more attention to border security on the northern border. Just a thought.
Tea is also big here. We had a very nice afternoon tea at the Empress Hotel. We drank the special “Afternoon Empress Tea Blend” and ate our little treats as we looked out at the beautiful harbor.
Tomorrow we are going to Butchart gardens.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Sunday
I had a pretty good Sunday. I started things off with a run with Meredith. We are training for the Seattle Half Marathon – and I just found out that the B-Hatch will be running with us as well. So that should be fun. Except, perhaps, the part where we have to run. Also, the part where we have to run up the hills.
After my run (and a shower, thank you very much), I headed over to the library book sale with my library book sale posse (Lisa, Jen Em, Owen [Jen Em’s boyfriend], and my new friend Elias). We were a big enough group that we could have beaten up (or at least boxed out) anyone who was reaching for books we thought were ours. And that might have been necessary, had we come on Friday night or on Saturday morning. See, this book sale is crazy. It’s the sale for all of Seattle’s public libraries. It happens twice a year in this big, empty airplane hangar.
On Friday and Saturday, the line to get in snakes around the building and people camp out with barbeques and the like. We in Seattle take our books seriously. But on Sunday morning the scene was considerably more mellow. The booksale was also a little picked over. But, the upside was that Sunday is half-price day, so I managed to get fifteen books for $6.25. Can’t beat that! And I did get some books that are definitely exciting.
To regain our strength after the booksale, we went out for Thai food. Though the place was a bit noisy, the food can’t be beat. And I hadn’t seen a set-up like this since we were in Thailand.
Okay, truth be told, at this point I came home and took a little nap.
But, when I awakened, I headed off to my knitting group. We met at the cutest little teahouse on Queen Anne hill – and I had the yummiest cinnamon tea there. As for the knitting, my baby sweater is coming along. Okay, just kidding, my baby sweater is not coming along at all. I did knit one gauge swatch from which I learned that I need to adjust things if I want the sweater to be large enough to fit an actual baby (the minimum requirement for baby sweaters, I hear). So I’ve stalled out in the knitting department for the moment. But my friend Amy continues knitting her lace shawl like mad.
In other news, fall is definitely here. It’s turned a bit rainy and cold, and the tree outside our living room window is changing.
Tonight I am heading to the airport to pick my mother up. She’ll be up here for about a week. The highlight of her visit will be our trip to Victoria. I’m excited about going to Victoria, having tea at the Empress, seeing Butchart Gardens, etc. I am less excited about riding the boat for 3 hours to get there. Oh well.
After my run (and a shower, thank you very much), I headed over to the library book sale with my library book sale posse (Lisa, Jen Em, Owen [Jen Em’s boyfriend], and my new friend Elias). We were a big enough group that we could have beaten up (or at least boxed out) anyone who was reaching for books we thought were ours. And that might have been necessary, had we come on Friday night or on Saturday morning. See, this book sale is crazy. It’s the sale for all of Seattle’s public libraries. It happens twice a year in this big, empty airplane hangar.
On Friday and Saturday, the line to get in snakes around the building and people camp out with barbeques and the like. We in Seattle take our books seriously. But on Sunday morning the scene was considerably more mellow. The booksale was also a little picked over. But, the upside was that Sunday is half-price day, so I managed to get fifteen books for $6.25. Can’t beat that! And I did get some books that are definitely exciting.To regain our strength after the booksale, we went out for Thai food. Though the place was a bit noisy, the food can’t be beat. And I hadn’t seen a set-up like this since we were in Thailand.
Okay, truth be told, at this point I came home and took a little nap.But, when I awakened, I headed off to my knitting group. We met at the cutest little teahouse on Queen Anne hill – and I had the yummiest cinnamon tea there. As for the knitting, my baby sweater is coming along. Okay, just kidding, my baby sweater is not coming along at all. I did knit one gauge swatch from which I learned that I need to adjust things if I want the sweater to be large enough to fit an actual baby (the minimum requirement for baby sweaters, I hear). So I’ve stalled out in the knitting department for the moment. But my friend Amy continues knitting her lace shawl like mad.
In other news, fall is definitely here. It’s turned a bit rainy and cold, and the tree outside our living room window is changing.
Tonight I am heading to the airport to pick my mother up. She’ll be up here for about a week. The highlight of her visit will be our trip to Victoria. I’m excited about going to Victoria, having tea at the Empress, seeing Butchart Gardens, etc. I am less excited about riding the boat for 3 hours to get there. Oh well.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Tan Tan
One of my friends who frequently updates his own blog feels that I don't make enough posts to this blog. So, here is a post about my weekend, dedicated to this friend.
When I first came to Japan, in high school, I imaged Japan as a country with two regions: the Tokyo area, which was extremely densely populated and technologically modern, and the rest of the country, which was made up of sparsely populated villages that hadn't changed in 700 years.
And when I found out I was going to be staying in Fukuoka, on a whole different island from Tokyo, I figured that we would be catching our own fish in ancient nets and harvesting rice in ancient costumes. Of course, Fukuoka ended up being a gigantic city, and I ended up having a great time anyway. My host sister from Fukuoka, Ryoko, is getting married in Tokyo on November 4, and I am excited to attend my first Japanese wedding.
Unlike my first Japanese experience, two of my friends in Tsukuba (both Canadian), started in Japan teaching English in a very rural city in Fukushima prefecture. This weekend there was a big party there, and my friends brought a bunch of Tsukuba folks to attend. The party is in a huge house called "Tan Tan." About 50 people attended, and there was music and very tasty food.
The next day after the party, our friends took us on a hike, to a very good restaurant, and to a onsen resort. One of my friends has put some pictures here, and here are a few of my pictures form the weekend:
When I first came to Japan, in high school, I imaged Japan as a country with two regions: the Tokyo area, which was extremely densely populated and technologically modern, and the rest of the country, which was made up of sparsely populated villages that hadn't changed in 700 years.
And when I found out I was going to be staying in Fukuoka, on a whole different island from Tokyo, I figured that we would be catching our own fish in ancient nets and harvesting rice in ancient costumes. Of course, Fukuoka ended up being a gigantic city, and I ended up having a great time anyway. My host sister from Fukuoka, Ryoko, is getting married in Tokyo on November 4, and I am excited to attend my first Japanese wedding.
Unlike my first Japanese experience, two of my friends in Tsukuba (both Canadian), started in Japan teaching English in a very rural city in Fukushima prefecture. This weekend there was a big party there, and my friends brought a bunch of Tsukuba folks to attend. The party is in a huge house called "Tan Tan." About 50 people attended, and there was music and very tasty food.
The next day after the party, our friends took us on a hike, to a very good restaurant, and to a onsen resort. One of my friends has put some pictures here, and here are a few of my pictures form the weekend:
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
A Discovery
I just discovered that the Choco-cro at Akihabara (my transit point in Tokyo) has free wifi. Great! I am doing some work here now, waiting to go to a reception at the U.S. Embassy tonight. It will be my first trip to the Embassy, and I am even wearing my suit.
Actually, my recent sale of the beast, combined with a heavy rainstorm, put me in a strange situation this morning. I ended up biking to the train station in my suit (7-8 minutes away), with an umbrella in one hand. A man in a suit with an umbrella biking is a fairly typical scene in Japan. What made the scene less typical was that I was also wearing my bright red children's bicycle helmet, and a backpack.
Actually, my recent sale of the beast, combined with a heavy rainstorm, put me in a strange situation this morning. I ended up biking to the train station in my suit (7-8 minutes away), with an umbrella in one hand. A man in a suit with an umbrella biking is a fairly typical scene in Japan. What made the scene less typical was that I was also wearing my bright red children's bicycle helmet, and a backpack.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
The new shape of this blog
Is just me reporting on my weekends, apparently.
So, here’s what I did:
On Saturday, SYL’s college had an architecture walking tour of downtown. The tour was led by a person who is on the architecture review board for the city, so we definitely got a lot of history and information. It was great and I learned a lot.
Although not on the tour, this is the new downtown library. I’ve never been in there, though.
Totem pole downtown
Historic marker
This is actually the door of the building that housed Seattle’s stock exchange. Who knew Seattle had a stock exchange, right? Well, when this building opened, it was actually the largest exchange (square foot-wise) in the country. Unfortunately, it opened in 1929 which was not, uh, the most auspicious year to open an exchange.
Also, I learned that it is important to look up at the molding on the buildings when in downtown Seattle. One building has walruses on it, and this building has busts of Chief Seattle.
On Sunday, I went to see the movie Quinceanera. I would totally recommend this movie – the characters are fairly complex, the story is well-written and keeps unfolding, and I think it’s a good glimpse at teenage life.
Afterwards, I had dinner with Scott and Meredith at their new house.
So, here’s what I did:
On Saturday, SYL’s college had an architecture walking tour of downtown. The tour was led by a person who is on the architecture review board for the city, so we definitely got a lot of history and information. It was great and I learned a lot.
Although not on the tour, this is the new downtown library. I’ve never been in there, though.
Totem pole downtown
Historic marker
This is actually the door of the building that housed Seattle’s stock exchange. Who knew Seattle had a stock exchange, right? Well, when this building opened, it was actually the largest exchange (square foot-wise) in the country. Unfortunately, it opened in 1929 which was not, uh, the most auspicious year to open an exchange.
Also, I learned that it is important to look up at the molding on the buildings when in downtown Seattle. One building has walruses on it, and this building has busts of Chief Seattle.On Sunday, I went to see the movie Quinceanera. I would totally recommend this movie – the characters are fairly complex, the story is well-written and keeps unfolding, and I think it’s a good glimpse at teenage life.
Afterwards, I had dinner with Scott and Meredith at their new house.
Monday, September 04, 2006
Weekend round-up, redux
Another pretty decent weekend.
Started the weekend off nicely with a picnic in the park for lunch on Friday. I got carry-out from one of the yummiest places around, Paseo, and took it to Green Lake for a lazy afternoon at the park.
Lunch was great, Green Lake was lovely, and it was so nice to sit outside and read my current book (an absolute must-read, by the way). Friday night I had dinner with my friend Amy on her forested balcony. Amy also helped me get going on double-pointed needles again (I mean, after Lisa showed me last month. I’ve heard it takes seven times of looking a foreign language word up in the dictionary before you truly learn it. So, extending the same principle, I’ve still got a ways to go . . . .). My goal is to knit my first ever sweater (the photo is the same pattern that I intend to knit, but in a different color. I found this on some random person's blog. My actual mileage my differ). This sweater will be for a friend’s baby who is due on October 20th. Ever realistic, my goal is actually to get the sweater done this calendar year.
Saturday I went kayaking with SYL and her novio, K2J (Is this getting boring? Are you bored? Look at the pictures! Well, except that there are no pictures of this portion of the weekend). We rented the kayaks over on the eastside and took them up the Mercer Slough. This was not amazingly scenic, although we did see tadpoles and turtles, not to mention the back of many an office park and the underside of several freeway overpasses, but it was great to be out on the water on such a beautiful day. I also picked A LOT of blackberries, since you could just kayak up to the bushes that hung out over the water. And those bushes were loaded with berries. As it turns out, there is actually a reason that those bushes have so many berries: it is not, um, easy to pick berries in while kayaking. In fact, it is a rather fine line between picking berries successfully and being punished for one’s berry-picking greed by either running the kayak (and yourself) straight into the thorns of the berry bushes or tipping the kayak over in an attempt to get that one super-plump, really ripe, absolutely delicious berry just beyond arm’s reach. After stuffing myself with berries, we kayaked back, drove home, cleaned up, and had a decent pizza (complete with pineapple!) at Piecora’s.
Sunday was another great day. Let me just say that I am so glad I have all these friends inviting me out places, since, without them, I would totally become the reclusive cat lady. With 37 cats. And I don’t even like cats. On that note, yes, Sunday . . . . I went over to Jen Em’s house to play with the best dog in the world (see proof below) and to garden a little.
That is actually an official American Kennel Club stuffed duck.
I had a super-yummy breakfast, complete with rosemary potatoes with fresh rosemary from the garden, cooked by Jen Em’s boyfriend. Then we planted the new plants that Jen Em had bought. All I can say is that it sure is easy to plant plants when someone else digs the holes for you! Jen Em also sent me home with fresh basil from her garden. I think I might make a tomato mozzarella salad today with this.
Sunday afternoon I went hear the Yarn Harlot speak. This was definitely a new experience. Here are some things that won’t surprise you about this talk: nearly the entire audience was female; almost everyone was knitting while she waited, and about 80% of the audience kept knitting once the talk started; hand-made felted bags were VERY popular; and nearly everyone wanted to get her book signed and show her project (that, of course, she was wearing) to the author. Here are some things that surprised me: for some people, this was like a church-meeting-meets-coming-home-ceremony – people nodded their heads fervently and pumped their firsts in the air. I think I might have even heard an “amen” once or twice. I also heard a middle aged woman say, “I hate the weekends, because she never writes on her blog on the weekends.” Sister-friend, weekends are NOT for hating. You need to get a life. Your OWN life. There was a woman there with a large strange wooden contraption for unwinding thrift-store sweaters so she could re-use the yarn for new knitting projects. This is weird, but, whatever, you can own whatever kind of big thing you want, but do you gotta bring it out public?
Anyway, the talk was pretty fun. I definitely felt like the lamest and beginner-est knitter there. For example, my friend Amy is knitting the most beautiful lace shawl. Ever. I am not really knitting anything, just practicing on double-pointed needles so that I feel confident enough to begin my first sweater. Um, yeah. On the plus side, I am now in the possession of a dirty knitting joke. Just ask.
We, too, met the author and got our books signed.
In Amy’s hand is one of many socks she is knitting. These are socks in the colors of the Cleveland Browns football team. It is possible that just because of these socks, the Cleveland Browns will now win the Super Bowl.
Started the weekend off nicely with a picnic in the park for lunch on Friday. I got carry-out from one of the yummiest places around, Paseo, and took it to Green Lake for a lazy afternoon at the park.
Lunch was great, Green Lake was lovely, and it was so nice to sit outside and read my current book (an absolute must-read, by the way). Friday night I had dinner with my friend Amy on her forested balcony. Amy also helped me get going on double-pointed needles again (I mean, after Lisa showed me last month. I’ve heard it takes seven times of looking a foreign language word up in the dictionary before you truly learn it. So, extending the same principle, I’ve still got a ways to go . . . .). My goal is to knit my first ever sweater (the photo is the same pattern that I intend to knit, but in a different color. I found this on some random person's blog. My actual mileage my differ). This sweater will be for a friend’s baby who is due on October 20th. Ever realistic, my goal is actually to get the sweater done this calendar year.Saturday I went kayaking with SYL and her novio, K2J (Is this getting boring? Are you bored? Look at the pictures! Well, except that there are no pictures of this portion of the weekend). We rented the kayaks over on the eastside and took them up the Mercer Slough. This was not amazingly scenic, although we did see tadpoles and turtles, not to mention the back of many an office park and the underside of several freeway overpasses, but it was great to be out on the water on such a beautiful day. I also picked A LOT of blackberries, since you could just kayak up to the bushes that hung out over the water. And those bushes were loaded with berries. As it turns out, there is actually a reason that those bushes have so many berries: it is not, um, easy to pick berries in while kayaking. In fact, it is a rather fine line between picking berries successfully and being punished for one’s berry-picking greed by either running the kayak (and yourself) straight into the thorns of the berry bushes or tipping the kayak over in an attempt to get that one super-plump, really ripe, absolutely delicious berry just beyond arm’s reach. After stuffing myself with berries, we kayaked back, drove home, cleaned up, and had a decent pizza (complete with pineapple!) at Piecora’s.
Sunday was another great day. Let me just say that I am so glad I have all these friends inviting me out places, since, without them, I would totally become the reclusive cat lady. With 37 cats. And I don’t even like cats. On that note, yes, Sunday . . . . I went over to Jen Em’s house to play with the best dog in the world (see proof below) and to garden a little.
That is actually an official American Kennel Club stuffed duck.I had a super-yummy breakfast, complete with rosemary potatoes with fresh rosemary from the garden, cooked by Jen Em’s boyfriend. Then we planted the new plants that Jen Em had bought. All I can say is that it sure is easy to plant plants when someone else digs the holes for you! Jen Em also sent me home with fresh basil from her garden. I think I might make a tomato mozzarella salad today with this.
Sunday afternoon I went hear the Yarn Harlot speak. This was definitely a new experience. Here are some things that won’t surprise you about this talk: nearly the entire audience was female; almost everyone was knitting while she waited, and about 80% of the audience kept knitting once the talk started; hand-made felted bags were VERY popular; and nearly everyone wanted to get her book signed and show her project (that, of course, she was wearing) to the author. Here are some things that surprised me: for some people, this was like a church-meeting-meets-coming-home-ceremony – people nodded their heads fervently and pumped their firsts in the air. I think I might have even heard an “amen” once or twice. I also heard a middle aged woman say, “I hate the weekends, because she never writes on her blog on the weekends.” Sister-friend, weekends are NOT for hating. You need to get a life. Your OWN life. There was a woman there with a large strange wooden contraption for unwinding thrift-store sweaters so she could re-use the yarn for new knitting projects. This is weird, but, whatever, you can own whatever kind of big thing you want, but do you gotta bring it out public?
Anyway, the talk was pretty fun. I definitely felt like the lamest and beginner-est knitter there. For example, my friend Amy is knitting the most beautiful lace shawl. Ever. I am not really knitting anything, just practicing on double-pointed needles so that I feel confident enough to begin my first sweater. Um, yeah. On the plus side, I am now in the possession of a dirty knitting joke. Just ask.
We, too, met the author and got our books signed.
In Amy’s hand is one of many socks she is knitting. These are socks in the colors of the Cleveland Browns football team. It is possible that just because of these socks, the Cleveland Browns will now win the Super Bowl.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Reunions
Wednesday was a big day here for seeing out of town folks.
First, I had lunch with our friends from Japan, Daisuke, Chie, and Nagu. Nagu has grown so much! He remains, of course, super-cute!
And then I had dessert Wednesday evening with a childhood friend of Mike's who now lives in Boston. Although there was no actual baby at this event, we did get to hear a lot about this friend's baby. The baby seems very sweet. Alas, there are no pictures of this event because, although I brought my camera, I forgot to use it.
First, I had lunch with our friends from Japan, Daisuke, Chie, and Nagu. Nagu has grown so much! He remains, of course, super-cute!
And then I had dessert Wednesday evening with a childhood friend of Mike's who now lives in Boston. Although there was no actual baby at this event, we did get to hear a lot about this friend's baby. The baby seems very sweet. Alas, there are no pictures of this event because, although I brought my camera, I forgot to use it.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Selling a car in Japan
So, I just sold The Beast. I went to one used car dealership, got an offer of around $300 (which isn't THAT much less than I had bought it for). The guy who looked at the car didn't seem to look very carefully, and he could well have been drunk. But just to be safe, I went to another place. At place number two, they were much more thorough, examining my car carefully and what I assumed to be the Japanese version of the blue book. And they made a counteroffer of $0. I took the first offer.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
My Weekend
Was, really, pretty good.
Also, blueberries are quite labor-intensive to pick. Now I really understand why they cost so much in the store. But it was really fun to pick them. Best, the organic farm had several different varieties growing, so I felt like I had a really interesting mix of blueberries.
What to do with all those berries except make a pie, of course? So I did, with the help of SYL.
We used the lemony-blueberry pie recipe from this book, and it was delicious. Cooking Light magazine also had a big feature on blueberries in the July 2004 issue (funny how I have almost no memory of that issue!) with recipes like blueberry gingerbread cake, spiced blueberry muffins, and blueberry pumpkin coffeecake. I didn’t have enough blueberries leftover (see first sentence in paragraph above) to make any of these things, but they also seem very tasty.
There are still flowers, however.
Every time I look at them, they make me really want to smile! I’m not sure, however, that they are appropriate for wearing to high school teaching. Luckily (?), it, uh, rains on the weekends here, too.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Lovely Monday at the Park
On Monday I neither had to nanny nor work at my (now not-so) new job. At first, I was at loose ends, since everyone I knew was busy.
But then I had a wonderful idea! Where else could I go to entertain myself but the dog park? So I stopped at the local organic grocery store and picked up a couple of salads for a picnic, took my plastic mat to sit on, the Sunday Times magazine (with the crossword, of course), and my colored pencils for sketching.
I sat down by the water and ate my lunch – in the part of the park where the dogs aren’t as welcome. After lunch, while I was reading the magazine, I started to feel like I really wanted some dessert. I had neither bought nor brought any dessert, so I was stuck. Then—like in a movie—I heard the jingle of the ice cream truck. This was just too perfect! It was one of those cute little old mail jeeps that had been converted into an ice cream truck. Amazing! And it even had ice cream sandwiches, possibly one of the best foods on earth.
After dessert, I hung out down by the water a little more. I tried to sketch a little, but my colored pencil set lacked dark green, dark blue, and gray. So, uh, not an ideal set for sketching in the Northwest.
After giving up on the art, I walked over to the leash-free part of the park. I love this dog park because the leash-free area actually goes right down to the water, so you can watch the dogs swimming in Lake Washington. And there were a lot of dogs there!
On my way back to my car, I picked some of the amazing blackberries growing in the park. So delicious! I’m supposed to go berry picking this weekend with some friends, so hopefully there’ll be a pie picture here soon!
But then I had a wonderful idea! Where else could I go to entertain myself but the dog park? So I stopped at the local organic grocery store and picked up a couple of salads for a picnic, took my plastic mat to sit on, the Sunday Times magazine (with the crossword, of course), and my colored pencils for sketching.
I sat down by the water and ate my lunch – in the part of the park where the dogs aren’t as welcome. After lunch, while I was reading the magazine, I started to feel like I really wanted some dessert. I had neither bought nor brought any dessert, so I was stuck. Then—like in a movie—I heard the jingle of the ice cream truck. This was just too perfect! It was one of those cute little old mail jeeps that had been converted into an ice cream truck. Amazing! And it even had ice cream sandwiches, possibly one of the best foods on earth.
After dessert, I hung out down by the water a little more. I tried to sketch a little, but my colored pencil set lacked dark green, dark blue, and gray. So, uh, not an ideal set for sketching in the Northwest.
After giving up on the art, I walked over to the leash-free part of the park. I love this dog park because the leash-free area actually goes right down to the water, so you can watch the dogs swimming in Lake Washington. And there were a lot of dogs there!
On my way back to my car, I picked some of the amazing blackberries growing in the park. So delicious! I’m supposed to go berry picking this weekend with some friends, so hopefully there’ll be a pie picture here soon!
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