Last night we ate the last of 8 quarts of raspberries I had picked two weeks ago. The owner of the berry patch called to see if I wanted to come and pick again this morning. Sadly, I had to decline because I had too many responsibilities I couldn't put off. This evening, Dick informed me that the bushes growing along the wetlands area on our property were full of wild raspberries. By that time of day I had finished what I needed to accomplish, so we grabbed some empty containers and headed down the hill.
We quickly filled these two containers with plenty more to pick tomorrow.
After picking the berries, our canoes on the bank beckoned us to go for a paddle in our wetlands area. Notice the paddle straddled across the canoe in front of where I was sitting. That paddle pretty much stays in that position throughout every canoe trip. Whether it's traveling down a road or a waterway, Dick says he is "driving miss daisy". Oh, yea. That's pretty much accurate.
Our presence didn't frighten a duck that was out for a leisurely swim as we paddled by.
Picking wild raspberries and canoeing without leaving our property… I can't think of a better way to wrap up a busy day.
Whiteley Creek Homestead 
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