As another nap alternative we headed to Aunt Judy's house to pick raspberries
when we needed a break from our regular activities.
Raspberries are a favorite for both of us.
But they require your full presence to pick...it is a form of meditation really.
You have to be able to tell by the color which ones are just right, and if you are impatient and careless Miss Raspberry will let you know that she doesn't appreciate your heedlessness.
If you have picked well, your fingers will look like this...
and your bowl will look like this. YUM!
At threading light this week we are discussing the one thing on this
planet that makes it uniquely capable of supporting life.
Come on over and pick up the needle...tell us what you think.