My parents and brother are here for the long weekend, and we thought we’d teach them a few of the ways of the Loafkeepers. My dad decided he wanted to learn to mow, so Andy took him down to the flat part of the lawn and gave him a few quick lessons. Dad said he’d stick with a lawnmower and weedeater.

While Dad and Andy were mowing, Mom and I wandered around and looked at plants. Raspberry plants. Dad passed the scythe over to Andy, and the next thing you know we had filled up Mom’s hands with berries. We send Dad up to the house for a container, and after a while we wandered down the road to a bigger patch of berries. The only problem…the patch was behind a lot of rather tall grass and weeds. I twisted Andy’s arm, and he mowed a path around the berry patch. But he couldn’t stop there and hacked away to make paths for us to get to more berries.

We picked and picked, and I went back up to the house for another container. Dad and I finished off the patch, and Andy went searching for more patches. He came back over to where Dad and I were. I asked him if he found any berries.

He said, “You know the taco bell dog?”

“Yeah.”

“What is he always saying?”

“Umm…yo quero taco bell?”

“I think I need a bigger box.”

Andy found a ton more berries, and we quickly filled up the second container.

The bushes are all loaded with unripe berries. We could probably pick a couple of buckets every day for a long time. What will we do with all these berries? Perhaps we need a freezer.