This morning I met a friend to pick dewberries (like blackberries just earlier and maybe sweeter) by the river. Then caught up with my bike riding partner for a spin out over Two Rivers. Then made a bunch if dewberry jam...throwing caution to the wind and ignoring the instructions to only make a small batch. Chicken is roasting on the egg, tabouleh with fresh herbs is resting, and dewberry crisp is in the oven.
Finally sitting down and I see this girl enjoying the clover in the back yard. I think we have something in common today.