We had a nice weekend. After church on Sunday we found a patch of blackberries next to a railroad track and picked...
The whole time we picked I was thinking about this Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem, which is one of my favorites:
Earth's crammed with heaven,
and every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
I felt guilty just selfishly eating the blackberries like a greedy, selfish berry-eater, so I took off my shoes. Now we're eating blackberry everything.
And yesterday was even more fun!
It was Chancho's birthday. He opened his presents first thing.
Then we hopped a ferry to the Olympic Peninsula.
I like Washington so much...
...when the sun is out. Ha ha ha.
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