This is the part of the blog where I really want to complain about the weather. In the 90s?! Gross, give me a 65 degree overcast morning any day. Last night Scarlett, who is scared of fans, had two fans blowing into her room. She likes to sleep with blankets covering her, and doesn't understand that the blankets are what is making her feel so uncomfortable. So, none of us slept great, and the heat wave is only just starting.
Now, something happier, berry picking. We picked raspberries and strawberries last weekend, and Charlie made really delicious jam. Scarlett and I mostly ate pounds and pounds of berries. We had a picnic for Esther's birthday and because it wasn't 90 degrees, everyone was happy.
We call this American Gothic, Portland style
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