It's snowing like CRAZY today in Calgary (it's probably ankle-deep already!), which, of course, makes me think of summer. The most glorious weather of our whole summer holiday was the Saturday we were in Quesnel, BC, and our friend Sarah took us blueberry picking.
|Trevor in the back of the car, having way too much fun... :)|
I haven't been blueberry picking since I was a kid, and then it was at a u-pick place. Wild blueberry picking is a whole different experience - teeny tiny dusky blueberries on plants with red and gold leaves everywhere. It was so beautiful, and I heartily regret that I forgot to take my camera with me. There were so many blueberry patches leading into other patches...talk about going off on a rabbit trail...my OCD-ness was working double-time...
I actually dropped a half-full margarine container at one point, and the berries sank into the ground cover, never to be seen again. :( It was really hard to leave with so many berries un-picked, but it would have been impossible to have gotten them all. I definitely want to do that again...
|We also met a baby goat...|
|And saw some steampunky old mining equipment.|
|The last of the summer roses|
The Quesnel farmers' market was also one of the best ones I saw all summer - I was very sorry that I wasn't grocery shopping to make dinner!
I'm going to try to get back into blogging once a week, but we'll see how it goes - I'm in the middle of midterms, and then I have to get started on my end-of-semester writing projects, so if I don't post again till Christmas, don't be alarmed... :)