*First of all, thank you so much for the advice and inspiring words that were in response to me opening up about my ED. I feel so empowered by all of you, and I am going to conquer this, no matter how much my ED resists. I also refuse to let anything get in the way of my life and blog, so here goes!*
We’ve been all over the place lately! And everywhere we’ve been has had some fruit of one form or another. So, in honor of Hug-A-Fruit Month, I took photos…. that way you can see all the wonderful fruity-licious-ness out there. Woo-hoo! Can you tell I’m feeling a bit energetic right now? (eating more? Hmmm… we’ll see).
Raspberries at Grandma’s. A highlight of making the journey ever since I can remember. Oh, nostalgia. Yum.
What a find! Wild strawberries make store-bought seem like dirt. Taste one. You’ll see.
Lil’ Sis ate the berried treasure (hehe).
After my documented cherry picking, we stopped by a wildlife habitat (not a sanctuary or refuge, a habitat— meaning hunting is allowed in season). I took LOTS of pictures, this being one of them. I have no idea what they are. Sure is pretty though– I’ve always had a thang for little red berries.
Wild cherries. Very bitter and the weirdest aftertaste ever.
Green, un-ripened wild blackberries. We are SO going back in August for some of these babies. Why so we call black berries blackberries, blue berries blueberries, but red berries rasberries. Where’s that logic? And besides, couldn’t we think of something other than the color to name a wonderful fruit after?
This was our cherry load from last week. Yeah…. there’s only a handful left. Did I mention how yummy they are (or rather, were).
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