OK, I lost. Kyle and I had a raspberry picking contest. Like the boy’s last contest, the goal was to pick the most berries in 20 minutes. I enjoy picking raspberries in the evening, snacking as I go, even if I get scratches on my arms. Racing is not relaxing. It was fun though. I wouldn’t want to do it every time.

Because I lost, I have to write four posts in three days. I have never been a blogger, thinking I really don’t have much to say that anyone would want to read. That may be the case but a bet is a bet. We picked nearly six pounds of berries. That’s one big pie.