"What I would really love," he said, "is another blackberry pie."
And since it was his day off and I was longing to play hooky anyway, we pedaled away on our bikes for a glorious hour outdoors.
At this point I am hoping you're not groaning and muttering, "Oh no! Not more pictures of the glories of her beloved rural Northwest Washington!"
If so I think you'd better not read on.
Because I am enamored of barns. Particularly when there are end-of-summer bales of hay in the surrounding fields.
Or charming hedgerows of berries just waiting to be popped into your mouth, framing the view so poetically.
Passing this barn we could hear laughter in the blueberry fields behind.
Silly romantic me, I imagined they'd taken a pie-and-lemonade break from the sweaty farm work.
I will never tire of the rural views here.
There is a deep appreciation for the land and the source of our food.
It's late summer, the corn is ripening, blackberries line the roads and life is very, very sweet.
