We went fruit picking. Unfortunately berries were not available to be picked at the farms we visited, but cherries were. Cherries are one of those things that let me know it's really Christmas time.
With messy faces and hands and a few kilograms of cherries later we moved to the next farm where we were able to buy delicious blackberries and raspberries (Mama's favourite).
And all along the way, thanks to Dada's driving, I was able to knit, ohh and such progress to be made with thick wool on large needles and especially knitting in the round. Ha, ha, ha.
Now what to do with all this freshness?
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