Summer's Crop Meets September

Our friends' glorious acres of gardens, raspberry bushes, chickens, and 19th century structures: definitely some awe inspired expressions on our children's' faces.

Loading the bucket with what remains from summer's prime crop: finders- keepers. A scrumptious chicken chili using our gathered produce was enjoyed the following night.

Raspberry bushes as far as the eye can see.

And eager fingers to pick and eat as long as the night may be.

Eventually the sun set, babies tummies were fed to the sounds of the night, and everyone rode home in silence, with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads.