I decided to go pick blueberries last week.
My husband asked me if I ever relax.
(That's rich, coming from him. )
While I was there, I noticed that the fair offered blackberry picking across the road, and so I went that way too. There were fewer berries there, but I was still able to pick enough for a gallon bag.
It was stupid hot. Ridiculously hot, and I have never been so thankful that I do not pick fruit for a living. I popped in one earbud for some meditation music and tried to just - mellow out and relax and think about nothing.
I did spot a friendly face, though.