We went berry picking again this weekend. Marionberries this time. (Sadly Marion Barry jokes are utterly lost on these West Coasters.) Yeah, we’ve still got 18 pounds of blueberries in the freezer, waiting for me to get around to the jam-making, but as Billy said when I suggested bringing home another big berry haul, “Hey. There’s nothing wrong with a freezer full of berries.” You see why I love the man.
